Bouncing Car, Gambling, Popeye, Spaniel
A few nights back dreamt I was with my sweetie, looking for place to gamble and to get some food. We ate at restaraunt that was part of some sort of entertainment complex like universal city walk down south, upper middle class America's idea of fancy, too expensive for my blood. I sat at the table alone for awhile but then I went looking for Bryna. The dream turned into a particularly violent episode of Popeye a this point. I was the famous Sailor, beating the crap out of Bluto, but not for the love of Olive Oyle, I was fighting to retrive a little dog named Daniel The Spaniel. I bounced Bluto's head off the walls, off the ground, and just all around beat him to a pulp. Unlike the actual popeye I didn't need to take a beating before reaching for the spinach, I ate mine out front before going into give Bluto his thrashing.
I don't usualy dream in cartoon. Pretty cool.