weird shit i dreamed last night

i was at work, only the layout of the market and the parking lot was much different. a guy was shooting a ww2 german schmeisser submachinegun at somebody's parked car. i tried for a long time to call the police but was frustrated by the phone system and the goddamn cellphone. when i finally got them on the line, i couldn't describe the guy's vehicle that was being shot at. then i was in some appalachian town called "eldorado" where it rained all the time, trying to get a job with the newspaper and convince them that i'd be able to get to work riding my bicycle. must have been the tequila shots.