A Bank Robbery?? Really??

OK, we all have dreams.
Crazy ones, bizarre ones, WTF ones, etc. We all have them.
I used to have weird dreams a long time ago and I traced it back to when I would eat before going to bed, (Yes, I know, stupid), I would have these dreams that borderline paranoia.
For example, not kidding, I dreamed I beat up Barney in a parking lot.
Not Barney Fife, but this Barney.

My daughter used to watch copious amounts of Barney growing up, so that meant I did too.
A lot of Barney.
But beating up in a parking lot? Yes and very vivid.
And no, I wont go to a shrink.
So from time to time, a weird dream will pop up but nothing to get really rattled about.
Until Sunday night.
I woke up Monday morning, convinced I was a bank robber.
Ever seen the movie HEAT?

That was me.
Not kidding.
I had seen the movie over the weekend, again, and I have seen it about 30 times, off and on, in the last several years.
I was driving the get away car. And Robert DeNiro would not stop screaming at me!!
And I am yelling at him, “Holy Sh*t! You are Robert DeNiro!!!”
Bizarre and odd.
We drove down Broadway and somehow ended up on Briley Parkway.
The whole time, DeNiro was screaming at me.
Pretty sure I dropped a ‘That’s What She Said’ in there too.
Anyhoo, not sure how long this dream actually lasted. Could have been 15 seconds, could have been 3 hours.
I woke up and looked around the room.
What. The. Hell. Had just happened??
A bank robbery?? Really?
There is no telling what the next dream will be.
I have been watching a lot of The Walking Dead lately.
Or maybe that was just the Titans playing football.

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