It has been awhile since I shared one of my nut bag dreams. Last night I dreamt that Hugh Hefner hired my next-door neighbor (the one who got a D.U.I. in my car) and Kevin Bacon to kill me. When they showed up to do the deed, they told me to act brain damaged and there would be no need to shoot me. I guess being brain damaged is the same thing as being dead in their eyes. I did as they said and off they went. Can I now consider myself an integral part of the six degrees of Kevin Bacon game? Don't most people dream of being friends with Hugh Hefner? Just my luck to think he wants me dead.
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