Hacksaw Maniacs

My dream was in most parts a nightmare and only fragments included the Mighty Ducks... those parts aren't nightmare-ish, but I've had nothing but a string of nightmares for the past several months. I only didn't have a nightmare last night and Thursday night was because I didn't sleep those two nights. I stayed up Thursday night because I was in breathless anticipation for 'Signs' (GO MEL GIBSON! WHOOOO! MEL GIBSON FOREVER!) And Last night because I was afraid I'd fall asleep and over sleep and miss... well... That's not important, okay?! Anyway, I'll tell you the duck Fragments.

The first time the Ducks entered my dream was after I was being chased around AGAIN by some psycho with a hacksaw (For the last three dreams, I've been chased by maniacs with hacksaws... don't ask me, I don't know, okay?...) Well, this was the third psycho killer of the dream. So psycho killer No. 3 was chasing me around with a Hacksaw and I had just thrown a rock at him and knocked the hacksaw out of his hand. So he pulls out another one and charges me again. I'm dodging and weaving and trying to avoid this maniac with the hack saw when The Mighty Ducks happen to show up and Duke gets him with that wrist thing he has and ties him up. So this guy is on the ground tied up, trying to get to his hacksaw. I didn't know it was the Ducks as they were behind me.
So I turn and say, "Gee, thanks, Pal. That was downright decent of yooou... OH MY.. WHAT THE HECK?!"
"Well, hello to you, too," Said Nosedive.
"You're welcome," Duke said sarcastically.
"Uhhh... thanks... but errr.. If I may be as so bold to ask... WHERE, pray tell did *you* come from?" I replied.
"The truth is out there," Said Wildwing. And then they disappeared.
"Yeah," I said, shaking my head and slapping my forehead, "That was spectacularly pointless..."

So I start walking away. Well, enter Psycho Killer #4, also with a (you guessed it) hacksaw. Well, I take off running like I'm going through Hell in a gasoline covered tartan trying to put distance between me and them while Psycho Killer #4 frees Psycho Killer No. 3 and they both chase me with Hacksaws.

Then It's just more of dodging the psycho killers with Hacksaws fir a while they seemed to know my every move... Somebody's been talking to their telephone psychics....

Well, fast forward to the Duck's next entrance. I've managed to hit Psycho Killer No. 3 with a rock and at least knock him out if not kill him, but Psycho Killer #4 is still on my case. All of the sudden the Areowing zooms over my head, about giving me a heart attack.
I shout, "HIT THE DIRT!!!" and proceed to throw myself to the ground... roughly...
Well, the Ducks O' Mighty are this time flanked by The Gargoyles. Nosedive knocks Psycho Killer #4 out with something and Brooklyn binds him with metal he ripped off from a near by fence. I by this time have given up being surprised on the grounds that there really seems to be no point to it any more. Then they just leave... again...
And guess what happens next... You guessed it!
Enter the Psycho Killer.
Psycho Killer Number 5 runs at me with a Hacksaw.

Then it's more dodging and weaving and trying to out smart Psycho Killer Number 5 who has been talking to Ms. Cleo or something, as every time I turn a corner, he's all ready there. So I take out Psycho Killer Number five only to run into Psycho Killer 6, who is the best of them all.

So I'm trying to shake Psycho Killer 6 but can't. He's good. So I'm dodging and weaving some more, serpentining and so forth, when I dash into the Pond to avoid him.
Don't ask me how I got to the Pond. I don't live in Anaheim... I don't live in California.. I'm not even on the West Coast...
So I get a pair of skates and can skate circles around this guy because I lived in Alaska for five years (no, seriously... I did) and I kick his butt with a hockey stick that is conviently near. The Ducks come out on the rink and are mad at me because I got blood all over their rink and Nosedive is especially mad at me because it was his hockey stick I used and got blood all over it. So they invite me to stay at the pond with them until they can figure out why all these psycho nut cases are after me.
By this time, being the caffeine addict that I am, I need some serious Java but there's only one cup left in the pot. Duke also wants it and on any other day I'd be more than obliged to let him have the cup because He and the other ducks are letting me stay there and I try to be respectful but on this day I have been attacked by 6 psycho killers with hacksaws and have had no caffeine all day and need some serious coffee. So Duke and I get into a verbal sparring match over this cup of coffee, which eventually turns into a fist fight. I usually would have lost because he's a better fighter than I am but I was going through serious caffeine withdrawl and had had a serious rough night and bad day, so I was really vicious and violent. Well, it turned out the Coffee was decaf and it was really weak and it was also cold. Duke didn't want it after I drank out of it so we poured it down Phil's throat. that was fun. That was the highlight of mydream. Pouring bad, weak, cold decaf coffee down Phil's throat.
So I rummage through the cabinet to see if I can find any real coffee,but can only find instant coffee and finally find some low-grade Folgers rip off and reluctantly make that. I make an entire Pot of it but Duke doesn't like it because it's too strong... but bear in mind I like to make my coffee so strong that it can get up and do a twelve mile road march. SO I drink like, half the pot to satiate my caffeine needs.

I don't remember what happens next.. I woke up.... I can feel everyone heaving a sigh of relief. If you feel any urge to run away, screaming into the night, you may do so now.

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