So I had a strange dream last night

I don't know. But I was sitting down and couldn't see my hat. So maybe.

 

The very fact this dream is considered weird means I will never (again, if I have before) post any of my dreams on here.

 

Good point.

 

after seeing the thread title and the thread starter ... was I the only one who had a finger hover over the computer/mouse button unsure if I really should enter?

 

We're safe so far but I wouldn't go much further down the trail until daybreak.

 

i'm serious as hell. and despite my sticky fingers on my last post, it all made sense when i saw chef's "what did you have for dinner" question. i started replaying through my day and bingo. weird that two such minor things could trigger an hour (or so) of having to hunt down 2muchcoffee so i could buy him a beer in my sleep.

but wacko weird? naw.

 

No, I believe you about your dream. But that would be a normal dream for me.

That was my point!!

 

I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven help my head is spin'n round
Stop this airplane cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis
And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair
Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had to scream last night
Lord of Love
I didn't know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
Three a.m. at five o'clock
And one of us leaves, and I got shot!
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch.

 

Tomas, many of the SportsJournalists.com characters have played parts in my dreams. I think you were even there once or twice, mumbling "whut?" and "solid" and rocking yourself silly in the corner of the room.

 

spot on. i think we're agreeing with each other too much.

 

you're still fucking mad at me for not letting you take conan's job, aren't you?

 

Was it the burger that sang "Making Love Out Of Nothing At All" from that obnoxious commercial?