Candy Guns

Every night for the last four or five nights, I’ve had nightmares. Last night my dream was horrible. In it, I was riding in this truck through this town which was built on a smaller scale than the real world is. I think I was in Europe. Anyway, I got off the truck to go into a building, and there were zombies everywhere. I was in a small building with a counter that might once have been a store. It had huge glass windows, so it was some sort of business, anyway. I jumped up on top of a shelving unit, and this man started to walk towards me. Now, in this dream, there was another man who was still alive who was with us in the truck, and he’d come into the building with me and my mom. Anyway, he took a pair of nail clippers and clipped the air passage of the zombie which goes from the nose to the eye (note: I don’t think this really exists). The zombie looked a little surprised, and made that air-escaping-a-balloon sound, and then frowned at me, and pointed at my feet.

He only wanted my candy-bar.

I burned myself with a glue gun at work the other day. Someone dropped something loudly right behind me, and I jumped, jamming the metal tip against the back of my index finger. When I pulled the gun away, there was glue on my finger, which I peeled up. Frowning at the spot, I tried to pull up the rest of the glue.

Then I realized that was my skin.

The low heat glue guns are not actually low in heat.