12/16/14 Where Are You John Connor?

    You tell me.
    We were in the middle of building a new house, this after deciding it would be best to make some profits from the ridiculous real estate market in Austin.  We sold our house, had everything in storage, and awaited final preparations on what would be our forever home.  I insisted on an in ground pool, because I don't learn and I love pouring infinite amounts of money on things we once 2-3 times a year.
    We didn't expect it but while digging for that extra depth, I insisted on my pool being 13 feet deep, cause I'm different, well we dug into a cavern.  The backhoe almost fell in, hole was discovered to be quite massive and went under our almost completed home.  So now we were left with a bill for a pool that wouldn't be completed, a house that wouldn't be inhabitable, and to top it off, a couple of Terminators came out of the hole.  I hate it when that happens.
    Before I knew it, the male Terminator had me by my fat gut and was squeezing me, while I believe it was a female, possibly a tranny Terminator was fighting for my honor.  It too was in poor shape, beer gut, small titties, ratty hair, limping.  But hey, it was fighting for me, so "Me love you long time if you keep me alive" I yelled.
    This was a mess, I could see the dollar bills adding up, house incomplete, sidewalk about to be poured, water main all exposed.  Who pays for all this crap when something from the future shows up to ruin your day?  It's a good thing the kids were at school, it was not my finest hour.  I remembered how they killed those nasty robots, so upon freeing myself, I did what I could, I started a fire and started throwing charcoal briquettes at the bad robot.  It's not like I got an industrial metal kiln laying around.
    Then I woke up.  Good thing too, it was a mess of a dream.  That's the punishment for eating too much meat, talking to a friend who is building a house, going on Pinterest looking at pretty cave images and maybe looking at weird porn just before falling asleep. 
    Hate that though, waking up all sweaty from fighting in a dream, all out of breath, wrapped in your own sheet, open your eyes and you don't want to move because the thing might find you in the dark.  My dreams suck sometimes.