I take my car in to get some repairs and the mechanic takes it around the sprawling parking lot of the shop and crashes it into a wall. I run over to assess the damage and it turns out he didn't crash my car, but a married couple had crashed their giant truck. The wife assumed it was ok because they had a huge tire affixed to the front of the truck. It turns out that tire/bumper isn't a tire at all, but a giant keg that breaks up into ceremonial rams' horns full of beer. The husband and I drink from the horns and howl at the moon.
I loved this dream.
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