There I was, in a mediocre Charter Bus driven by John Travolta. The sign said his name was John Travolta, but he actually looked like a math teacher from my middle school. However, this Travolta and the famous one shared a passion for operating passenger carriers. Buses, Planes, it doesn’t matter to those Travolta’s.
Travolta pulls over and picks up the entire Kansas University football team. A very chubby Kerry Meier with a feathered mullett slides next to me and begins to act a little TOO friendly. He takes my arm and places it around his shoulders.
We spot a funnel cloud forming in the distance, which grows bigger and bigger and eventually touches down as Travolta drives us directly towards it.
Then I woke up and had to pee. There’s a lot of homosexual undertones in that dream. Huh.