Choppa duel.

Ok, so I had a randomly fucked up dream last night and I have to write it down here before I forget it. So I was driving around in some random city in my truck. It appeared that I had a half tank of gas. (I remember odd details in my dreams.) Later this ended up disappointing me greatly as I drove to campus and only had around .0001234 of a tank of gas. So the promised .5 by my dream was way off. Anyways, driving around in some city. For some reason I think it reminded me of Montreal. I make a U-turn and head back towards a parking garage that I had seen. I drive all the way up to almost the top and park. I get out and for some reason the building that I'm going to has a skyway access at the roof of the parking garage. So I walk up there in my green hoodie (again random detail I retained). Upon reaching the top this hobo goes running by me yelling, and these two mobster looking guys are running after him. I kind of just watch as they corner him at the edge of the parking garage. They talk for a bit and then the mobsters push the hobo off the edge. He goes screaming off the edge and splat. Right after they look down at the splat they turn around and look at me. That's right when I realized that I probably shouldn't have seen that, and I could be in quite some trouble. Both of them pull out guns and start coming after me. So I turn around and run off the fucking roof of the parking garage. I start doing shit I wouldn't never remotely have the nuts to do in real life. I'm talking Jet Li shit, dropping off of ledges to catch other ledges underneath it. I drop down a few levels and swing into the parking garage. And suddenly everything fucking turns into something out of Tron. I don't understand it, because everyone else looks like the people in Tron, and I'm still in regular clothes. Suddenly I realize the mob guys are after me (appropriately dressed in red Tron getups) and I run away into some elevator and go down. For some reason I find some sort of Tron shotgun in the elevator. Sweet, says I. I like shotguns. Especially when bad people are chasing me. I get off the elevator and run out trying to find somewhere to get out or even possibly my truck, if it still exists. All of a sudden one of those annoying blue programs from Tron starts annoying me and getting in my face. He wont let me by, so I just turn around and put the shotgun in his face and pull the trigger. Nothing goddamn happens. I guess for some reason it only works on red people, which I had already dispatched a few of. This pissed me off because he continued to be annoying and I couldn't really do anything about it. I worked my way down out of the parking garage turned psycho Tron research facility whatever and as I run out onto the street I woke up.

I know exactly what you're thinking. That's totally fucked up, Tucker doesn't even own a green hoodie.

My thoughts exactly.

Maybe it's an omen that I should buy one.