Last night I dreamed I was out with my friends in some club. I drank, I danced, and as far as I can tell, I didn’t make an ass of myself. Drinking and dancing is a fun event, but that was kind of a boring dream. Where were the monsters, scantily clad women, Muppets, talking statues, midgets, and the scores of special forces agents trying to take me down? Maybe I need more excitement in my life. I should go out clubbing more often.
Filed Under: Mundanity