A few nights ago I had a really bizarre dream. I was in my 1000 business class at Trent, and for some reason our prof announced that
Lloyd Robertson was going to be our guest speaker. He was going on about the business side of TV journalism when all of a sudden he pulled out a magnum and started shooting. It was pretty clear he wasn't trying to kill any of us, because he was firing deliberately at the ceiling.
The students naturally panicked and stormed for the exits, but there was a whole gang of bouncers right outside the door keeping us in. I still have no fucking clue who they were supposed to be working for. Anyway, Lloyd eventually joked away his shooting spree as an addiction to the sound of a magnum ever since he'd lost his arms license due to the recent abolition of the
long-gun registry bill (yes I know an S&W 500 magnum isn't a long-gun, but are you really expecting any sort of logic by this point?)
He then continued his lecture as normal, and aside from looking a bit shifty the prof didn't do a single thing to disarm Lloyd or do anything to protect the students. Turns out Lloyd had one round left in his magnum and used it to shoot out the projector hanging overhead, and it fell (though I don't remember if any students actually died at that point).
Not even an army of bouncers could stop the stampeding students now. No one was trying to call their parents or anything, just running for the exits and away from the veteran news anchor as fast as they could. We ran away from campus past the bridge that connects the two "banks", or halves, of each campus, when the Ontario Provincial Police were called in and shepherded us back to class. I don't remember what happened next because I woke up to use the bathroom.
Long story short: yeah. I think I forgot to turn off my laptop overnight, maybe that was fucking with my head or something.
This was just as epic as I imagined. An instant classic! Have-my-babies vote for all of you, possibly at the same time ;)
Yes vote.
