I had a thought!!!!!!!

a while back i had a dream that i was captured in a house by some gangsters and they made me commit many evil crimes for them and i became wanted by the police force. they chased me down and even ppl who i work with worked together to turn me in for a great big reward, but i seen a friend of mine thru a crack in a door coming for me with a gun. Quick as a flash i kicked the door closed knocking the gun out of his hand. I picked it up and for some reason in my dream i couldnt get the damned bullets out of the magazine.
It was like them dreams where u want to make urself do something but ur body wont do the movement at all u fight in ur sleep to make it happen but it just wont. anyway i just threw the gun away and legged it.....i live to dream another day.

Where did all this tripe go?

Where?
I ask u?
As u can tell i am not gettin very far with any of this lark i shall postpone it at once.

If i ever think of anything to say i'll do so at once :)