Disaster was narrowly averted this morning when I tried to pee at a urinal for over 10 minutes and nothing came out. You would think this would be a bad thing, as I did at the time, but only later did I realize I was actually dreaming and it was a pretty good thing that nothing came out.
I probably should have figured out it was a dream earlier, though. Taking a piss in your old high school restroom while having a conversation with Sylvester Stallone doesn’t usually happen in real life.
Though if it WAS real, you’d be so cool… I mean, the Stallone part. The opposite of incontinence is just strange. Haha.
Dude, I had like the same dream last night, except for the Stallone part. Instead of having the great Rocky in my presence, I had Asher Palmer. I wonder what it means?