... I dreamed I was the LSU head coach (yes,really) and we were playing Alabama for the National Championship in the Superdome. My defense was stout as usual and I had this tall blonde headed kid who couldn't miss as my quarterback. We were running up and down the field and scoring at will. By the 4th quarter we were up 70-0. I looked across to the other sidelines and there was this little 5' 7" twerp jumping up and down and screaming obscenities a la Pachinko, so I extended my middle finger in salute. At the end of the game the aforementioned little twerp met me halfway and extend his hand and I punched him out. The crowd erupted. This tall blonde headed bimbo reporter from ESPN came running up and asked, "would you be honored to play this team again?". I was wearing my steel toed combat boots so I turned her around and booted her in the azz and sent her sprawling. The crowd was going wild. Later on I was given the honorary position of "King Rick" in one of the Mardi Gras parades. About that time I woke up. I wish it could have gone on and on, but I tell you I feel great this morning.
Huh. My dream involved a pack of rabid wolves. I was stuck somewhere in the Yukon. And there were tall, skinny rabbits. And they were drinkin' heavily. Amazing
I had a dream that LSU was 13-0 and playing Bama for the BCSNC . We only got 5 1st downs and got across the 50 yardline only once. We got beat 21-0!! Glad it was just a dream
Ok I'll bite.... I was working as a spy for the CIA ala Jason Bourne, but I had to do some special training at the Jedi Temple since they obviously had some sort of partnership going....and my first target was Paris Hilton. :hihi:
