Gunning The Drain.

I've been having some really vivid dreams lately and wanted to share a particularly funny one.  A good friend of mine, let's call her Erin, was in this dream.

Erin was giving me a tour of a mansion her and her husband had recently sold. It was gigantic, and beautiful, and very well lit.  There were mirrors everywhere and every other door in the hallway had a well dressed guard standing in front of it.  I asked her why there were guards in front of those particular doors and she said, "because the rooms are filled to the ceiling with money!"

She admitted to me that they had given it all up just so they could move to Saudi Arabia to live here in the compound and work for Aramco.  I couldn't believe they had given all that up, but Erin was so passionate about her decision I didn't say a word.

Working for this company, especially in this dream, is a blessed and elaborate opportunity.  Everyone around the world wants to live and work where we do - a reason why Erin and her family gave everything up to come here.  It is like an exclusive club that only the the most elite of the species are privileged to be members of. 

After the tour of the mansion, we were back on camp hanging out in the locker rooms at the gym.  Each bathroom stall in the locker room was a room of it's own, with couches, showers, bathtubs, flowers, lotions, and chocolate scented soaps... not that this was needed.  If you lived here, your poop smelled like roses or, vanilla in my case. 

The ONLY rule on camp - a rule that, if broken, would mean the immediate firing of your husband and expulsion of your family from the camp - was to NEVER gun the drains in the bathroom.

Gunning the drains - the act of putting your hands together in the gun formation and pointing it at the drains in the bathroom while making peeyoo peeyoo peeyoo (shooting) sounds.

Erin and I? We were rebels. We loved daring each other to do things.  We were the only ones in the locker room. So I, unfortunately and to our future dismay, dared her to gun the drains.  Erin, never one to turn down a dare or a challenge, immediately put her hands together in the shape of a gun.

"Peeyoo! Peeyoo! Peeyoo-peeyoo!"
"Peeyoo! Peeyoo! Peeyoo-peeyoo!"
"This is so thrilling!" she yelled.

But then... her cell phone rang.

She answered it. Then dropped it.

It was her husband.  He had just been fired from his job.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!" She screamed. 
"Why?!! Why Edith? Why did you dare me to gun the drains??"

"I'm so sorry Erin! I am SOOO sorry!" I said.

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!!! Ahh haa haaa haaaaaaaaaa" as she dropped to her knees in despair and agony.
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Then I woke up.