A dream of little notice even among the shopteacher's handful of folks who frequent this site. I was part of a wrestling promotion, my nemeses were JBL and Orlando Jordan from the WWE. In this particular promotion, Orlando Jordan was taking the part of JBL's father and the situation seemed to trouble JBL's character and the annoyance went beyond a mere act.
While they were cutting a promo, I interruped and told JBL to shut up. When Orlando Jordan spoke up I told him, "I'm sick of you. Always coming to the aid of this grown man. Heck, I don't think you're really black. You just like the taste of his ass on your lips" which got a serious pop. JBL grabbed the mike and said in a normal tone, "I want to thank you for being one of the first people to say that my father is white" then he hollered, "get the hell off my show!"

Much later, I had another dream. It was Hallowe'en and these folks I only know in dreams were going to join me on an excursion. My plan had us going on a tour that would be like a Twilight Zone version of A Christmas Carol. Our vehicle was a rental truck. Only thing holding us up was that the final member of our troupe was still at work, she was a cashier at a nearby supermarket that's only found in New Jersey. Pathmark. That's neither here nor there, just a detail because this dream did take place in Colorado.
After playing Waiting for Godot, I decided to improvise on the fifth member. We drove on down to this apartment building where this lady had a bunch of homeless dogs. They were all licensed to her but each one was up for adoption. Being around dogs made me very happy, from the pups to the lazy old ones. In the back I found a large mixed lab laying on the floor and when I whispered Sunny, he lifted up his head, opened his mouth in a doggy smile and his eyes shone so brightly that they weren't green but white.