I had a dream the other night that a Russian mob guy and his buddy ran into my wife’s car (she has a Jeep, not a car) and they wouldn’t pull over. I followed them to a diner and beat some ass, then threw the guy and his friend through a window if front of the entire restaurant. On the way home (apparently I live on the other side of Wal-Mart parking lot), I decided to shave my beard as an airtight way to get out of being charged with assault. No one will see through that! I got arrested, but was let off for temporary insanity, which is probably the only part of the dream that makes sense.
I woke up and as the morning progressed, I had a bad reaction to a shot from the day before and had to take a nap after work. YOU BETTER LOOK OUT DREAM COMMIE AND YOUR DREAM COMMIE BUDDY! NOW YOU’RE MESSING WITH THE WIFE OF A GUY WHO’S ALLERGIC TO PREVENTATIVE MEDICAL TREATMENT! I think I’ll quit dreaming for a while.