Panic at the Disco

Dreamed I was all alone in my house, an exceedingly large custom home when the alarm system rang. I was not worried because my house was locked up tight. That is, until I heard a noise from the oversized attached garage. Making my way across the broad glass and chrome catwalk to the loft in the garage I saw the garage doors had been partially lifted, and numerous interlopers rifling through everything. Worse still, they’d gained access to the main part of the house via an interior door at the bottom level of the garage and were running up and down the ornate hallways grabbing anything they could find. I darted into an elevated office off the catwalk and pulled open the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet in a bit of a panic, eventually finding my grandfather’s revolver still sealed in the manilla envelope I’d never opened. Tearing at the thick paper, the gun was much heavier and clumsier than I’d expected and the grip of the pistol didn’t fit my hand very well. Nonetheless, I wielded it as I came down the catwalk stairs to the main floor of the garage, pointing it at the largest intruder as I approached him. He pulled his gun on me and the mob behind him fell silent. I asked him to leave but he had this whole speech about how they were all homeless and just needed a few items to survive. Looking around at what they’d grabbed and their glee in doing so it sure didn’t look to be the case but as we continued our dialog we both lowered our weapons and talked everything out. I let them take what they had in their hands and they left on their motorcycles. I closed the garage doors and reset the alarm system.

I had just relaxed from all the excitement when I heard the alarm going off again. I glanced at the monitors and saw what looked to be a rave party in my driveway, and some of the heavier set girls were trying to pry my garage doors open! What the hell? I rushed across the catwalk once more, and reached the main floor just as the garage doors were being forcibly lifted. I punched the button on the wall to automatically close them, but as soon as they shut they were being lifted again by the chunky girls - I could see their jeans and low-heel suede slouch boots. I didn’t want to alert them to my presence so I quietly made my way across the garage and forcibly snapped the door shut, engaging the locking lever once it was closed. Another group started prying open the other door so I repeated the process with the remaining two doors. Despite my stealth they figured out what was happening and started throwing insults at me as the rave played on in the driveway. I called the cops who arrived and dispersed the gaggle of partygoers, the cops being sufficiently aghast at the situation. Once they cops left, it was finally quiet again.

But then the Terminators came, and for the first time that evening, I was truly frightened. I called my new homeless friends who showed up en masse to help defend my house against the robot onslaught, handing out shotguns to everyone as they took up stations around the perimeter. I was ensconced in the house as the battle started which is why I was so surprised to find myself face to face with a stunning Terminator who gave me a dire warning about the future of mankind - then departed. Thankfully Sarah Connor and her son showed up and I was visibly relieved to be rid of the responsibility of leadership during this trying time; surely she was far more capable of leading. But the moment I saw the young John Connor, the gorgeous Terminator's words all of a sudden made sense and a feeling of dread overcame me. I pulled them both close and frantically repeated what I had been told - John Connor was pregnant with a Terminator baby!