The terrorists are going to blow up the autobahn.

No, I do not know of any plot by any organization to destroy Germany's best known thoroughfare, I just had a weird dream. (I blame the dumplings.)


My brother and I were headed out for the evening to meet a female friend of mine (and I will be damned, but I cannot remember who it was. I suppose it is not important to you, but...I wanted to see this woman, even though I do not believe it was a romantic situation) at a bar but we had a couple of stops to make beforehand, including Price Chopper.

Why did we have to go to Price Chopper? Well, they were going to hold on to my beer for me while we were out. Making sure that it was safe and such. I had a mixed case of bottles (namely, Molson Canadian and other generic brands) and I knew that I had to take the with me, but I could not bring them to the bar. So...off to Price Chopper.

As I was walking into the building, with my wilted and rapidly disintegrating case of cheap beer, I saw three olive skin men sitting in a van and they were talking into their walkie-talkies about how their plot to blow up the Autobahn. I freaked out inside, but tried to remain calm. I walked into the store on stiff legs, through the exit door, and that is when the case of beer lost structural integrity and there was beer and broken glass all over the floor but...only one bottle had fallen and shattered.

I dropped my box off in the cooler, and walked back to the truck. (Yes, my brother was in a truck.) I walked around the terrorist van but I could still hear their laughter and then watched then take off. I got to the truck and told my brother about the broken beer and the terrorist plot. His suggestion was that I get the beer back and do not say anything to anyone because I will be blamed for the terrorist attack if I speak up. This made sense to dream me. I head back in to Price Chopper to get my beer, this time avoiding the people walking in and out of the store because I am afraid that they will freak out and trample me when they hear about the attack. I avoided the broken glass from my first trip, entered the store, grab my case, and walked out. The box was still falling apart and it caused me to struggle. Adding to my struggle, I had forgotten which way it was to get back to my brother.

I ended up walking to the highway, which took me to the bar, where my brother was, as well as random girl.

It was...amazing.