My mom tried to take a pinhole image of me while I was sleeping this morning. Is there no privacy left in this world? Oh well. I remembered my dream! And it was really messed up! My mom and I (and one other person I can't remember) were cavorting about the Texas hill country in a small, British double-decker bus. We were being chased by two guys that acted exactly like the mummy guard dudes in the bus scene of "The Mummy II". I managed to turn one of them into a roll of ducttape somehow, then I threw it out the door. It untangled itsself and bounded after us (this looked absolutely hilarious). Then I turned to the other dude, who was just standing inobtrusively in one of the aisles. I hefted a huge double-bladed axe (that happened to be lying around) and buried it in his shoulder. He looked at me in an amused fashion and said "It's only a flesh wound". Using the axe as a guide tether, I managed to shove him out the door as well. So now the roll of living ducttape and the shoulder axe guy were chasing the bus. My mom decided to randomly stop to pick up some really pointless thing and told me to get it. She threw me out of the bus and jammed on the gas, planning to head me off by going in a semicircle when I went straight. I barely made it back into the bus. Shoulder boy was about 5 feet away from the bus when I slammed the doors shut. Then my mom woke me up. That was a pointless dream.