I dreamt last night that I had a knock on my door and it was a stripper that demanded I join her motorcycle gang. When I went outside, the eniter gang was stripper who knew Joe. The image on the back of their jackets was the photo if Joe with a mustache and sunglasses.
I had to keep up with the members of the gang on my motorcycle in order to join. Instead of a crotch rocket, I was riding a GS1200 Adventure, which is not a slick sports bike. I rode all over the city.
At one point, one of my iniation missons was to bring melted butter to the Big Boss. For some reaosn, there was a butter shortage in Chicago.
I brought the melted butter, and the Big Boss turned out to be Dook, who needed it for his lobster.
This dream made perfect sense to me.
too much grand theft auto?
