My sleep last night was fraught with dreams. One in particular calls for suggestions as to the appropriate interpretation.
Steve and I were out socializing at a few different bars. A pub crawl, if you will. (I know. Crazy right from the start.) After several bars, Steve got really drunk. (I remained relatively sober – again with the crazy twist – it’s usually the other way around.) With Steve suffering from his inebriation, and possibly a contact high from one of the bars, I started trying to get him home.
On our way, we had to go through a restaurant that, while fancy and hoity-toity, had crayons on the tables. As we started to go through, Steve began grabbing the crayons and silverware off the tables, much to the other patrons’ displeasure. The restaurant was connected at the back to a toy store which we also had to get through. As we progressed through the restaurant and the toy store, Steve literally devolved into a 6-year-old having a tantrum when I took away the crayons and toys that he had grabbed.
I was left trying to get a whiny, difficult-to-handle boy through the store to our house.
When I told Steve about it this morning, he asked if I at least let him keep some of the toys. When I said “no”, he jokingly called me a b-b-b-b—–bad word.
So tell me, folks. What does this crazy dream really mean? Oh yeah.
I vote that it means too much pizza.
I’m thinking you might want to stock up on pregnancy test kits at Costco?