Fat Old Gweeds/Oprah Sledding/Criticism

GBRL and Alex had cameos in my dream last night. We were somewhere in NH, although it looked more like a vacant Atlantic City on a beautiful spring evening. I was with 3 dudes who were acting like complete dickheads. For some reason, I felt I had a deep rooted alliance to these guys. They were very "Jersey Shore," only they were all 37 or older and out of shape. I knew GBRL was in town, so I invited him to dinner. I warned him that we would be dining with some pretty big D-Bags though. We ran into GBRL and a mysterious female on some bridge. GBRL couldn't handle the douchey-ness of the 3 bros I was with, so we decided to meet up later.

I then went to a NY Yankees pro shop with the 3 assholes. The pro shop had a Red Sox helmet, so I put it on and told everyone to fuck off and ran out of the building to meet up w/ GBRL.

Suddenly, we were walking to a bar near Prescott Park in Portsmouth, NH, when my American teammate from Hungary pulled up next to us. He said that he left Hungary and signed with a team in the area and needed a place to stay for the time being. We were excited and found out that his new team was in Bakersfield, CA. I told him that I could drive him to Bakersfield whenever he needed me to.

We then had a pretty intense scenery transition. We parked my car at a mall, but it was snowing really hard. We parked right in front of Oprah's house and had to walk up a huge hill in order to get to the mall. We decided to steal Oprah's front door, so we could just sled down the hill on the way back to the car. While in the mall, Alex showed up. He scolded me saying that I post too many of my dreams on the Dream Journl and that I need to make them more concise. he also told me that my posts are riddled with grammatical errors.

We then sled back down the hill on Oprah's door (which was incredibly fun) to find that my car was now buried under a giant snow bank. I then woke up, and contemplated whether or not to actually post this dream.