Another Weird Dream
The other night I had the weirdest dream.
I was in Gerritson Beach, I was in the fields playing golf with my Uncle Ray (who suspiciously looks and sounds a lot like Steve Martin). We were walking around and my Aunt Delores who passed on a little while ago was the caddy. If I made a shot Uncle Ray would say something along the lines of not bad, or good, basically something encouraging.
My Aunt Delores on the other hand, would remind me how much I sucked at golf, and scream about how much I failed in everything. I told her I was going to fire her as caddy, but instead she said she was the one playing and I was serving her
Me and Aunt Delores never got along in life, and in death it looks like our relationship hasn’t changed it seems. Although I hold no grudges against the woman, she still scares me.
