I dreamt last night that Dreamer, PLS, Molly and I were walking down the sidewalk and were passing a really nice hotel with glass doors. Suddenly we see someone waving at us through the doors - it's Glenn, wearing an untucked pink polo shirt and jeans. He comes out and he has Taylor with him. We decide we'll all walk to the mall together. Taylor and I get ahead of everybody and we have to keep stopping and waiting for Glenn, Dreamer, PLS, and Molly to catch up, lol.

So, we all walk into the mall and I hear "You Never Cry Like a Lover" playing. "Oh, I don't like that Fleetwood Mac song" I say, and then suddenly realize my multi-level mistake. I start trying to make a recovery. "Um... I meant the Eagles...and I actually don't think the song is bad at all..." I hear Taylor say, "Uh-oh, Dad hates it when people compare the Eagles to Fleetwood Mac" and Glenn looks pissed off. I keep trying to recover - "Of course I knew it was the Eagles - I wasn't comparing - it was just a slip of the tongue - besides, I really like Fleetwood Mac so I associate you two because you're both so great - and I really don't hate the song, I mean it's not like it's as bad as 'Disco Strangler', that song really sucks...." I know I'm digging myself deeper but I can't seem to shut up. Glenn is looking more and more pissed off and Dreamer, PLS, and Molly look like they want to take turns pounding me into the ground.

Finally I just start repeating "Shoot, shoot...I'm sorry...shoot, shoot..." That's when I mercifully woke up.

It felt so realistic that as I woke up, I was still trying to think of a way to talk myself out of the hole I'd tripped into thanks to my big mouth!