Sleep deprivatioon is an ugly thing.

I dreamed a dark, absurdist comedy dream in which two husband-wife teams of suicide bombers, one muslim and one christian, find they're assigned to hit the same target, argue about how to do it and whether to do it, try to go home... but have not adequately disposed of all their weapons, so all four wind up on the same side in a fatal shoot-out with airport security in Tunisia.

I also dreamed about interviewing George Lucas, and the sex lives of the X-Men in the 1960s.

American Vampire, Volume 3.

Didn't read volumes 1 & 2.  Not planning in it, since 3 was terrible.

But terrible in an entertaining, schlocky way sometimes.

So a lone American was fighting a horde of Nazi vampires while singing the national anthem.  He jumps up on a tank and runs out of ammunition (or has his gun jam?  I forget.)

The lead VampNazi opens the tank turret to gloat.

"That's where you are wrong, American.  After the twilight's last gleaming, there is only darkness."

The American opens his hand to reveal a grenade, pin already pulled.  "Not before the bombs bursting, asshole."



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