emperorreagan

Last night I dreamt that I was hanging out in a hotel room with Pat Robertson in Philadelphia.

We were having a conversation, which eventually turned into him starting a fight. I threw him to the ground, ended up on his back. Instead of going for the choke hold or the double fishhook, like I usually do when I'm wrestling with friends or my brother in that situation, I put my right thumb in his right eye, and after some further struggle from him I tore the eye out. After that, I cut his throat and ultimately got rid of the body in a bad section of town.

I then dreamt that the police eventually caught up with me for questioning, because I was the last person seen with Pat. But they were apparently looking for an African-American male in connection with his murder, so I was pretty much off the hook.

Then I woke up. I wonder what a dream dicitonary has to say about that.