I do not usually remember my dreams. This was an exception.

Nor was this even a dream about walking into a toy store and finding an entire wall's worth of brand new traditional-style G.I.Joe product or something.

This was a dream in which G.I.Joe -- or aspects of it -- were very much real.

I found myself on a very rough and rugged field, entirely different from anything one would encounter in southern Arizona. Trees, hills, grass, rocks -- and some rather nasty ridges and ravines.

Chasing around this field were two vehicles -- one manned by members of the Oktober Guard, one with a contingent of Cobra Crimson Guards. I was trying to stay well clear of it, obviously.

Now, if all of that isn't weird enough, both the Guard and the Cobras managed to pile their vehicles up in one of the ravines. It turned out that the property was owned by an older woman (whom I have absolutely no idea who this was - never saw her before in my life), and the Oktober Guard and the Crimson Guard called a truce long enough to march over to her home, a rather pleasant-looking if small colonial-style home, and ask if she would be kind enough to call for a couple of tow trucks.

After giving the entire lot of them a very stern chewing out which left both sides rather humiliated, she agreed to call for assistance, and then told them all to get off her property and take their fight somewhere else next time. Terrible thing, seeing Horror-Show and a bunch of Crimsons look that embarrassed...

I woke up right about then, just as the vehicles were being loaded onto a couple of flatbed tow trucks by drivers who looked almost as confused as I now felt, rather decidedly wondering what the heck had brought all of THAT on. Still don't know, but I thought I'd share...