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.
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!!
“GO FASTER, GO FASTER!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”
And I am yelling at him, “Holy Sh*t! You are Robert
Bizarre and odd.
We drove down Broadway and somehow ended up on Briley Parkway.
The whole time, DeNiro was screaming at me.
“FASTER, FASTER, FASTER, FASTER!!”
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.
OMG JOE! BURN!