So I dreamed that I was back selling cars again, except this time at a Pontiac dealership, which also had, for some reason, a pistol range in the service bays. Which was kinda cool, actually. For some reason I had one of those early '90s Bonneville SSEi's that was weird in that none of the little chiclet button switches had fallen off the dash or steering wheel.
Anyway, I was going to take a Glock armorer's course there at the shop, except apparently we had scheduled some frickin' special ninja tactical SWAT armorer's course that was being taught by some Austrian ex-snake eater types. Maybe EKO Cobra guys? Anyway, they showed up and they looked like Blue Man Group.
Why, yes, I did have a couple handfuls of soy & wasabi almonds before bed, why do you ask?