Had a dream last night that I was spoon feeding a rat terrior puppy ice cream in RR's hotel (?) room while RR was sleeping. Apparently I had my things in a locker and forgot the combination, and woke as RR went off to get me the numbers. TY Tylenol PM.
PS. Randy was wearing red pants and a white t-shirt
If You Want To Make God Laugh, Tell Him Your Plans
Second dream in as many years that had something to do with RR and numbers. I've never met him and don't know anybody who knows him, so I'm now perplexed. I hope it's winning lotto numbers and I finally stay asleep long enough to remember them. Fingers crossed!
If You Want To Make God Laugh, Tell Him Your Plans