I dreamt(is that really a word) that I was on our couch, learning on the arm rest with the tv on and messing with my phone.
And I looked up to see what Jesse was doing and noticed a big man sitting in front of me, in an arm chair, back to me, watching our tv.
This didn't bother me at all. I thought I knew this guy but was having trouble getting his name.
Then I dreamed he shifted positions and kind of threw his arm over the back of the chair and it brushed my knee.
And I said, "I'd know that anywhere, it's the Toby Tingle! You're Toby Keith!"
I woke up laughing at myself.
The kids thought I was crazy when I told them.
So go on. Analyze me.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I like his music but I haven't really listened to his stuff for a while.
But I do like them big men.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Dreams are symbolic. They never mean what you think they mean.
Your subconscious is telling you there's something right in front of your face that you're not seeing or recognizing.
You mean I'm not going to have Toby Keith touch my knee?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Dreams are symbolic. They never mean what you think they mean. Your subconscious is telling you there's something right in front of your face that you're not seeing or recognizing.
I have a recurring dream; sometimes the details are different but the gist is the same.
You mean I'm not going to have Toby Keith touch my knee?
Probably not.
Well, shoot.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
