You’re not going to believe this but Will Ferrell was in my dreams.
Indoors, I was running, jogging or exercise in a counter clockwise direction. On one area, I was jumping down on three to four stairs, which had those black-colored, glitter-filled, anti-skid pads on it.
At one point, one of his SNL buddies comes from behind me and tries to make out. I was actually sitting on one stair below the actor, while reclining comfortably into his lap. I recognized his face but I kept repeating over and over (either aloud to the twosome or to myself) that I do not know his name. He got sad that it didn’t work out and he was sitting alone on the far right corner of the stair.
Then of course Will was to my left side of the stair and reclining fully on his left side. I was sitting to his right or near where his butt was. I had spanked him with my left hand on his right derriere because we was always joking. Then I saw in my mind’s eye his list of how to get rid of his dates.
Then later, I found myself outdoors with someone else who could have been female. I noticed the cement colored brick work on the left side of a tall, old tree. There were also red-colored brick works, too. There were two sections of these cement-colored brick work that got hot. I visualized that water should have been put over it so as to cool down the area.
I think Will was still in my dreams and outdoors, too. Sheesh!
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