Wow, last night I had the wildest dreams. It was all so vivid, indistinguishable from reality... but it was just too wild for a mortal man to live.
Last night's dream seemed to have lasted years... around 5 I would say. To be brief, it was about a young man named Patrick who took the NFL by storm. He was slinging tubs, lifting MVP trophies, and giving Kansas City fans morning wood for 5 years straight. Oh, and he was winning a few championships as well. Man what a life!
Ok fair enough, maybe that doesn't seem too outlandish. I mean that sounds like Tom Brady and he is a mortal man, he's not some alien sent from outer space that definitely has never gotten plastic surgery. Well there's more...
In my dream last night this mystical man, Patrick, had a famous little brother that kept being forced into my brain no matter how much I resisted. He looked like if a mop had a love-child with a slinky. This slinky-mop child would show up out of nowhere and start wiggling around with a strange seductive undertone. I can't say I hated it, but I only admit that because this was a dream. For whatever reason, lil bro became excessively famous for his dance moves, often taking the spotlight from Patrick's greatness. There was also this weird thing with champagne that got blown out of proportion by the dream people.
Anyway, Patrick if you are indeed real I say Good Morning to you sir! You would truly be a living legend and on your way to surpass the mannequin that is Tom Brady as the best to every do it!
cooked up some eggs for you by the way...
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