Back from trip out to Wyoming with Sara, during which I wrote the last 3 entries. It was overall a very nice trip. Now I'm back at work and going to be keeping busy for a while if I can manage to focus on things and actually do them.

Dream from last night:

I was at some protest with SA, etc. This alt-right guy (who seemed to also have some inherent mental problem) kept pestering me, and eventually tried to stab me with two small knives he had in his pockets. I was able to restrain him fairly easily, but needed to permanently deal with him somehow because I didn't want anyone to get stabbed. I talked him into going for a walk with me to meet some people, who turned out to be a Mexican drug gang. He went through a chain-link gate to try to be buddies with them and they shot him a lot. He was calling to me for help as I got the heck out of there. Now the gang was coming after me.

I ducked into a shack where I found a bunch of 12ga shotgun shells and this gun. But it wasn't a regular shotgun; it was curvy and sized to be held in one hand. I really would rather have had my own shotgun, since using this one felt kind of awkward. The reloading mechanism was unfamiliar to me; maybe it was semi-auto. But I figured out how to use it well enough and was shooting baddies as they came at me. At one point I was outside the front of the shack and they had some guy come out and try to trick me into putting down the gun, but I knew it was a trick because whatever he said didn't make any sense, so I shot him, too.

Some scary police unit was coming, so I got out of there to let them deal with it.