Crazy Dream

Several months ago I woke up with one of those,
"Wow, that was a crazy dream" dreams.

I was reminded of it again last night while talking to my brother's wife, Heather.

I dreamed that I was visiting Steve and Heather in No Cal and we were on some kind of excursion out in the woods
(I don't even know if their town is "wooded" or not).
We were out frolicking or doing something silly.
I kept smelling something ranck...
the worst smell you could ever think of.
Steve kept ranting and raving about how much he and Heather loved their new stomping grounds.
I just couldn't see why they would like such a place.
It was just too stinky.
I asked him how they could live in such a place that smelled so putrid.
The smell didn't even phase him...or Heather.
I just wanted to get out of there.
I thought I was gonna gag/lose my lunch.

I ended up needing to get something out of Steve's car
(maybe a nose plug).
I took the keys and opened the door and I about fell over from the stench that emanated.
I was surprised that it was Steve's car that was the culprit...and was smelling up the entire city!

When I asked what he had in there, Steve replied, "Oh, just my old Speedos!"

He had stored the wet Speedos in the back of his car for the last 10 years!

I sure don't even know what would've sparked this weird dream!
I promise! Steve does his laundry.

Looking back now I don't know what would've been more disturbing
the horrible smell or
seeing Steve in a Speed-O again!

Sweet dreams or
as the case may be,
stinky dreams!