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.
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