Last night I had a dream I met Joel from Mystery Science Theater 3K at Stop and Shop and started pummeling him. Like, I really whaled on him. Let him have it. I woke up feeling guilty and nostalgic, because Joel may not have been as funny as Mike, a little too mellow and whiny, but I don't think he deserved my wrath. It was a, "Where the hell did that come from?" kind of dream. What would Freud say?
I think I'll go appease my subconscious by watching Overdrawn At the Memory Bank for the 70 millionth time.
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