Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

Ever have those dreams where you and a pack of rag tag civilians are running from a giant army of renegades in some futuristic scenario, as in postapocalyptic, and there is just no where to go so you have to fight, or at least stop the army from finding your next hiding place. No? well your next hiding place is a circus pizza or something of the sort. (indoor kids carnival)

that is all i have to say for now. I think.