I once dreamt that I was some kind of law enforcement officer who also happened to be a blimp pilot. I had orders to land my blimp in Angie Dickinson’s backyard and arrest her — the actress, not a character she played — for selling contaminated processed meat products. I don’t remember any more of it, unfortunately.
(No Spam jokes, please.)
And I vaguely recall a dream I had years ago about meeting with the Devil on some business matter. The Devil was Jack Nicholson and he was sitting on a huge chair that looked like a fancy, jewel-encrusted toilet.
(No Spam jokes, please.)
And I vaguely recall a dream I had years ago about meeting with the Devil on some business matter. The Devil was Jack Nicholson and he was sitting on a huge chair that looked like a fancy, jewel-encrusted toilet.