Another Celebrity Dream...

Here's another dream I had recently.

I was out golfing with Triple H as my partner. For those of you who do not know who Triple H is, he is a wrestler with the WWE (that's World Wrestling Entertainment for the literate people out there). Anyway, we would come up to each tee and park behind the carts of the foursome currently teeing off. Triple H would then get out of the cart (he was driving) and sneak up on the other carts. He would then open a valve that would allow all the electricity to leak out of their batteries (anything can happen in a dream). After the foursome would finish their tee shots, we would take off, laughing at them. We would then drive up to where their shots landed and whack the balls way off to the side, continuing with our devious laughter. And pointing at the hapless golfers who couldn't get their carts moving. Then we'd move on to the next tee and do the same thing all over again.

I didn't say it was an interesting dream.

I'm hoping for another Janice Dickenson dream tonight.

It's almost after midnight on a Friday during Lent. Fire up the grill, we're cookin' dead cows!

Really? Janice Dickenson?

I had another weird dream last night. I dreampt that I was sleeping and the phone rang at 4:30 AM. My brother answered the phone, which was odd because he lives in Arizona and I live in Michigan. Anyway, he hands me the phone and says, "It's for you" and he goes back to bed.

"Hello," I stammered, still half asleep.

"Where are you? You're supposed to be here by now," was the reply.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"It's Janice Dickenson, the world's first supermodel. Your cats have a commercial shoot today and they were supposed to be here by 4 AM."

"I don't know anything about this." And with that, I hung up the phone and went back to sleep.

My cats woke me right at that point. So what does the dream mean? I have no clue. But if Janice Dickenson calls me again tonight, I'll invite her over for a couple of drinks because she's a hot lookin' woman.

And, hey, boys and girls, don't down dramamine with whiskey. Use vodka.