I was strolling through the airport when security flagged me down.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"We saw you stroking your goatee and laughing maniacally earlier and have reason to believe you're a Middle Eastern terrorist."
"Fine. Where do you want to do this?" I asked.
"You don't seem overly concerned, sir," the security guy said.
"Well, while I am dark-complected, I don't think too many Middle Eastern terrorists have greenish-gray eyes and a rural Missouri accent."
The guy led me into a tiny white room and left the room to run my driver's license. He soon returned.
"Sorry, sir. You're free to go."
I pretended like I was going to shake his hand and punched him in the balls. Then the dream was over.
My favorite part was that they saw me stroking my goatee and thought I was a terrorist.
I like the fake out from handshake to ball punch. They clearly had it coming.
ReplyDeleteI have to admit that's an odd dream but at least it had a good ending to it.
ReplyDeleteI think I'm going to write down what I still remember of the one I had last night. It's much stranger than this.
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