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Allow me to tell you about the dreams I had last night.

The first one was, apparently, supplying proof that Chris Evans is super gay. IDK what brought it on or who I was even proving this to, but I was basically like, "No, check this out, dude is super gay," at which point we watched a home video or low-budget movie or high-budget porn where Chris was play-wrestling with one of his buds in somebody's den, as dudes do, over his being "gay." Except at some point between the start of the wrestling and his taking off his pants to sprawl across the sectional sofa in his lovely undies, it became really obvious he WAS.

All in all, not a bad dream. The next one is the really bizarre one.

I was visiting a church, apparently to see some kind of program, which would be incredibly odd were I not trying to politely escape the whole time. Out front, who do I see but Gary Oldman, my old friend and teacher! (IDK IDK. I blame this particular combination on a HP thing we're playing right now at TR.) Gary had been in an accident and was recovering in a wheelchair. I stopped to talk to him, and we decide to leave together. I make the really bad decision to let him drive.

First of all, he's a HORRIBLE driver in general, and I start to think he might still be on some kind of pain killers because he's swerving around but acting like he's doing it on purpose. For some reason, there are animals all over on the side of the road and in the median: Deer, bears, shit like that. So Gary just randomly decides to cut completely across the opposing lanes of traffic and park (badly) on the shoulder so that we can see a black bear over there. And he just sits there kind of smiling, all self-satisfied like, "Look at what I am showing you, a bear!" And I'm going, "Holy shit, a little warning, Gary!" as I am furiously cranking up my open window because a BEAR is already on the hood of the car.

After that, I went back to the church to get my own car. I'm never letting Gary drive me anywhere again.