Last night I had a dream I was coaching this girl I worked with back in DC. She was involved in some sort of multievent competition, like a decathlon but so much sillier. Her main competition was against this French guy, who in the dream was played by this guy John works with. What's odd is that in the dream I absolutely loathed the French guy, just hated him. I have nothing against the guy John works with so it was odd.
Anyway at one point he picked up a saw and began sawing my parents coffee table in two and I just went nuts yelling and cursing him. I eventually threw him out of the room I was so mad. He tried to fight back but I was pretty dang stalwart at the time. Ha. Weird dream.
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