REM from one of my favorite songs: Losing My Religion
I don't sleep much so I don't get much time to dream, but I had a beer-induced doozy last night:
The husband is at the motocross track. He rides off over a hill, jumps it. I can see immediately it's not going to end well. Bike and husband disappear over the crest of the hill at an odd angle and the next thing I hear is screaming:
Waaaaahhhhhh Waaaahhhhh Waaaaahhhh
Over a loudspeaker!
I go running over there as quick as I can, and yup, it's the husband, screaming bloody murder, because he bumped his nose.
Yeah. It's not even bleeding or anything. I admit I was kind of disappointed. I was thinking broken leg or something.
And then (seriously, all this happened right before my alarm went off at 0-dark-thirty to head to the slopes this morning) the guys at the track make a recording of him screaming and they play it over and over, laughing their asses off.
Now what in flying fuck does THAT mean??