Post by Ken on Aug 8, 2020 8:22:43 GMT -6
Maybe I need to reassess my alcohol intake too. In the dream I was Tom Hanks in Castaway. Except that when I went to open the FedEx boxes and he found the volleyball, I found a big, inflatable, brown beer bottle. I blew it up and instead of naming it WILSON, I named it PILSEN. I would talk with PILSEN and sometimes argue. Once I got so peeved with him I punted him out of the hut and the wind blew him down the beach and I ran after him yelling PILSEN! PILSEN! Actually, it may not have been the beer that did it. I had a gyro last night and that's probably what caused the dream. No more gyros for me. 
