He read a few of your posts
I had a dream I followed through and shat my pants. Woke up and checked my jocks straight away.
Ok…
My father used to be a truck driver and he is approached by a band that he’s never heard of to drive them on their tour of India. The band has written the pause music jingle for a Pokemon game and been very successful. My father agrees to DRIVE THEM TO INDIA. As he’s loading up the bus I step forward and say I’m coming too.
My mam turns to me and says “Batigol*, can you really not ever be happy here?” I say no and we head off.
I tell my dad to pull in to the house in Portlaoise so I can get my passport but he says we dont have time. Next thing I know I’m at the Israeli border and been taken into a room and being quizzed about my lack of a passport. They say I’ll have to be sent back but then a supervisor comes in and whispers something into the officer’s ear. Next thing I know I’m being offered a clandestine trip across Israel to the country that borders it (Russia, in my dream**) if I link up with a terrorist group there and smuggle some stuff in.
I wake just as me and dad are chatting bout whether to do it
*my mam doesn’t actually call me Batigol
**I’m actually seething about how bad my geography was in this dream
Id this exact dream last night
For some reason there was a gate very close to the tee box and I couldn’t find a spot suitable to tee up and get it over the gate. The tee box was also in my parents front yard
You just know if you could get a good swing at it you’d nail it. Always a lovely sunny day with a wide open fairway.