Then last night I had a dream that Samuel L. Jackson was going to be staying with us while he was in the area promoting Snakes on a Plane (in the dream Carrie, Mike, Susan, my folks, and I all lived in the house in Kent in which I grew up). Unfortunately Sam Jackson’s cab driver tried to kidnap him, so Sam was forced to strangle him to death. And for some reason my brother thought it would be a better idea to cover the whole thing up rather than go for the (very obviously true) self-defense excuse for Sam. Thing is, my brother was horrible at covering it up.
Good Times… Good Times…
Categories: Dreams.
