Onward Hoe!

Last night I dreamed that Tim Robbins had invited me to some sort of star-studded event. When I got there, I didn't go right in. I went, instead, into a nearby bar. Well, I'm not sure if it was a bar or just a non-alcoholic beverage counter. Or maybe they had both. I had a glass of water. Maybe it was a bar, but the atmosphere was more like a malt shoppe. Anyway, the Noxzema girl was there, and she knew me, and I knew her, and we were talking, and I had a friend with me, and I wanted to introduce the friend, but I couldn't remember the Noxzema girl's name. Probably because I don't know her name in real life. So I asked her what her name was, and she said, "Noxzema Girl." Alrighty then.

So we talked about the event, and she asked if Tim knew I was coming, and I said yeah, that he had put me on the list, and she said oh good. And then all these people started walking into the bar, and I was sitting on the floor for some reason, and some of them were famous, but most weren't.

End Scene 1

Then I was in the parking lot of a Lowe's Foods when I saw, walking in front of me, Jerry O'Connell. I was trying to catch up with him, but he got away when I ran into the pastor of the church I grew up in and his wife. I gave them both hugs, and while we were exchanging pleasantries, their groceries started to blow away. I helped them get everything back into the cart, but then I had to go meet up with my family at the Super Bowl, where my sister (who doesn't want kids) was about to give birth. We were joking about how she should wait for the players to come out of the locker room, pick the hottest one, and tell him he's the father. This was hilarious in the dream. Until she went into labor.

End Scene 2

That's all I remember.