Sometimes I wish I could remember every dream I had, because the ones that I do… whew boy! Where do they come from?
Last night was no exception.
If there was going to be a visual mash-up of ideas, it’d be best represented by this:
Using the above graphic you should be able to ascertain the elements involved… so here’s the gist of the dream.
There was a grouping of triplets (is that how you’d refer to them?), and they were preparing to set a new Guinness World Record. Grant it, the triplets in the dream were burnout dudes, but I figured why not put the Dahm sisters up because of their, um, patriotism.
The new record they were setting to create? Who could stay the longest at the bottom of an active volcano. The location they chose was Hawaii. The seat of choice was their old green sofa. The method they chose to pass the time was getting high.
The world was watching, they set the record, and became overnight celebrities. They even ended up releasing an album with Kid Rock.
I wish I could tell you how long they stayed in the volcano, or that I could regale you with an anecdote of how the brothers lit their joints on molten lava, but I remember none of that.
What I do remember was the commemorative license plate they offered in the fine state of Hawaii:
INGREDIENTS: Four pints of $2 Guinness. And water.