I had the weirdest most vivid dream since taking Malaria pills a couple years ago.

Anyway It goes like this. I'm driving at high speed, destination unknown, then I suddenly spin out and am facing the wrong way. As I shift into gear to do a u-turn, a cop blocks my way and fires a shotgun in the air. Freaking out, I drop the clutch and do a donut and I sideswipe a parade of cops. By now everyone's pulling out their guns as I floor it outta there. Choppers with floodlights- ghettobirds- light up the sky but I ditch my truck and run to my uncle's house. He says he saw the news about some cop killer. I get dropped off at SFO with a one-way ticket to Australia.

I arrive in Australia and get picked up by Steve Irwin the croc hunter, and we drive up to some unnamed park in tropical Queensland somewhere. We strap skis to our pack and begin trekking up the tropics. On the way up he's up to his antics with snakes and other poisonous shit. We reach the top of the mountain and surprise, there's no snow. Pissed, I grabbed a mountainboard that happened to be nearby and I rode back down the trail we had come up. There were two Boa Constrictors, but they had the deadly black and white markings. I threw the skateboard at the first one, then the second one went after me, then both caught me, wrapped me up in their coils and started squeezing the life out of me.

Then I woke up screaming and gasping for air.

WTF? You're probably thinking i watch too much Crocodile Hunter and World's Wildest Police videos but I hardly even watch TV.