Lately I have been having dreams in which I am bros with various famous persons. It started a few weeks ago, with a dream in which I was interviewing Brad Pitt for Google. I asked him about what kind of food he likes, how he combats jetlag, and a host of other titillating topics. He was very pleasant, and we had good rapport. We were bros.
Dream #2 was even stranger. I texted President Obama to ask him to have Michelle call Mike to wish him a happy birthday. I knew he’d come through, because we were bros.
Finally, last night I dreamt I was at some sort of hotel with a bar next to the pool. On my way back to my room from the pool, I figured I’d stop by the bar and see who was hanging out. It turned out to be my good buddy Taylor Swift, along with two other famous ladies who, in true dream fashion, I can no longer recall. They were settling in for a night of girl talk, and I sat down with them so we could dish. We were bros.
What the hell is wrong with me?