Here is a VERY important bit of advise to all of you boys and girls.
Don't ever, and I mean EVER, eat a pepperoni omlet before going to bed!
I woke up around 2 this afternoon from the weirdest, most disturbing dream I've ever had. In my dream Joe, Hippie and myself are out riding the Ladies of Mass. We're bombing down a long, long hill. I'm in the lead, Joe in the middle and Hippie bringing up the rear. We are all in good form, back straight, legs pumping, pounding big gears at a hard tempo. Queens 'Bohemian Rhapsody' is the background music during my dream sequence.
You know what's coming next.
So did I, in my dream, but it one of those dreams where you know what is coming and are powerless to stop it.
We're at the top of the hill. Legs are churning.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Joe and I start to pull away form Hippie cause in my dream he's riding the Wicked Witch of the West's bike.
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let me go (Will not let you go)
Let me go (Will not let you go) (Never, never, never, never)
Joe and I are way out in front of Hippie now. In fact, we're down at the bottom of the hill and starting up the other side. I look back and Hippies got the Wayne and Garth head bob going. He looks like Nina Hartley in a helmet. His pony tail is flopping up and down. He's pumping his legs like a madman and Freddy Mercury is wailing.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go
Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me, for me, for MEEEEEEEEE!
And Hip launches into the sky like a Saturn Rocket. I sat bolt upright in bed, wide awake. NEVER AGAIN. I'm swearing off pepperoni. Any substance that can bring Hippie, Freddy Mercury and The Wicked Witch of the West together into one dream isn't safe.
PTN