Thu
Mar
3
I should really stop with the Advil PM
3 crazy dreams in the past 3 nights.
1. Steve Dave and I were driving around drunk in a jeep with army helmets and were pulled over. We had no idea why.
2. I wrestled in the fieldhouse on campus. Had 3 matches and was only paid in pocket change and Jet’s pizza coupons.
3. My mom was pregnant and I was to have another baby brother. This dream also starred a talking dog that wanted to learn how to lay down on command. “I mean…it’s pretty simple to teach since you can talk,” I instructed. “Just when I say down, you lay down.” The dog was so pumped to learn the new trick.
