My brother tends to annoy me when it comes to his dreams. Usually, his dreams involve foreign countries invading Arizona (and only Arizona mind you, we're apparently all that matters) and beating the shit out of me. One time, North Korea pulled up alongside me, kidnapped me, beat the living hell out of me and made me walk home from Superior...Like I wouldn't have stopped to use a phone in Superior.
I got mad at him eventually and forbade him from falling asleep watching the History channel.
My dreams are far more whimsical and fun. I dream of saving a group of tiny victorian people from an old man in a cape. Or exploring a London that looks a lot like Puerto Penasco, Mexico. Or, my favorite, tracking a jewel thief from Coolige, Arizona, to somewhere out in the middle of the desert, to an abandoned train depot...and suddenly ninjas.
Now which would you rather have? Grim and unnecessary foreign invasion dreams,or wild adventures with ninjas? Choose wisely.
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