Just had the quickest, most bizarre dream right before waking. I bought a new car on a whim and picked up a bandmate for tour. They then turned into my mother, causing me to veer wildly into a Pentecostal church’s parking lot where I stole a stool from their kitchen and ran out but not before pausing to look at a photo album with some delightful children being held hostage in the basement. I busted out and instructed my mom to stop practicing her putt, pack up the portable putting green and get in the car. She, of course, didn’t understand what was happening and did all of this far too slowly. We then narrowly escaped, peeling out of the parking lot as a church mom angrily ran behind us with a rolling pin.
It’s gonna be a great Tuesday.