Dreams. They're What's for Dinner.

I had a dream last night wherein Brothatime!! was killed. It was one of those dreams that seems very real at the time, and is very upsetting while it’s happening. But then all of a sudden the scene switched to my dad and I throwing a baseball back and forth. The odds of him turning out to be Banksy being about the same as him ever having played catch with me being pretty much the same made me think hmm, maybe I shouldn’t take the Brothatime!! dying bit seriously. Then Tiger Woods walked in on us and announced that was it, he was moving out of the apartment, and I thought okay, this is getting silly now.