Wednesday, December 29, 2010

It's weird inside here.

So last night I dreamed that I took wifezilla out for a date night.  We hit the town and did all kinds of stuff, and it was really fun.  Strangely, though, we kept running into my friend Mike from work everywhere we went.

Toward the end of the evening, we stopped in at a bar so wifezilla could get a coke, and there was Mike tending bar.  He got mad and told us to stop following him.

I apologized, and told him it wasn't my fault.

He responded, "Well, it's your dream, it sure as hell isn't my fault."  O_o

1 comment:

E. S. Collins said...

You wacky people with your dreams. Seems wasteful to be deeply asleep and dreaming when you could be awake, staring into the dark and miserable.