Paging Dr Freud….

So one of the cooler side effects of the Effexor is the crazy dreams…
The other night I dreamt I was on a football field with Emmitt Smith. Emmitt was getting ready for some big game, perhaps it was the super bowl, I’m not sure. there was glitter and fanfare and all manner of football related excitement. At one point, he and I were dancing on the field, he was trying to sing ‘Baby Got Back‘ to me, but he could not remember the lyrics. I tried to prompt him, but he just wasn’t getting it.
Who doesn’t know the lyrics???
Later, he ran a play, went out of bounds and the play ended; except he decided that it shouldn’t be done. He got back on the field and ran a touchdown. The touchdown was deemed illegal and not scored. Emmitt and the referee got into a fistfight that no one wanted to break up.
I had to walk on the field, and demand that they each stand up. I poked Emmitt in the chest and told him to shut up, I grabbed the ref and told him to make a call and stick to it, dammit.
Yeah, what the hell. I also dreamed that I was renting a house from the lady who bought my house a couple years ago and she was being a dick and I was being a dick and there was a lot of swearing and name calling, then I was on the ‘Lost’ island trying to teach those yo-hos how to build a palm hut.
and and and….
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