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!
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