I don’t usually remember my dreams, but when I do….
So Mick Fleetwood and I are agents assigned to check for flesh-eating worm infestation in a plane. The worms pop out of their very small eggs planted in the carpet, get inside the shoes of the passengers and gorge themselves like piranhas leaving nothing but bones.
On the way to the plane, Mick addresses me:
“Hey, I want to apologize.”
“You know, Dating Stevie Nicks. I know you had hots for her.”
“Truth be told, I was mad at first. But when an ugly bearded guy scores with the hot chick, I have to back him up.”