Will someone please explain to my brain that working hard does NOT equal dreaming about NASCAR drivers?
After last week's Busch brothers dream and the Casey Mears dream, I was hoping I was through.
I was wrong.
Saturday afternoon I took a nap and somehow couldn't sleep well, thanks to my brain deciding to slash Tony Stewart and Ricky Rudd. Except my brain kept protesting it.
Last night I dreamed a dream that was pretty much incoherent, but I do distinctly remember Sterling Marlin playing a very important role (important enough that my dreaming mind got his accent right) and being mad at Jimmie Johnson and then figuring out the thing wasn't Jimmie's fault and apologizing. It involved points. I don't know. All I know is, STERLING.
And yet, no one was naked. In this instance, I'm glad.
After last week's Busch brothers dream and the Casey Mears dream, I was hoping I was through.
I was wrong.
Saturday afternoon I took a nap and somehow couldn't sleep well, thanks to my brain deciding to slash Tony Stewart and Ricky Rudd. Except my brain kept protesting it.
Last night I dreamed a dream that was pretty much incoherent, but I do distinctly remember Sterling Marlin playing a very important role (important enough that my dreaming mind got his accent right) and being mad at Jimmie Johnson and then figuring out the thing wasn't Jimmie's fault and apologizing. It involved points. I don't know. All I know is, STERLING.
And yet, no one was naked. In this instance, I'm glad.