So the other night, I dreamed about Davy Jones (of the Monkees), and he and I were in his stables and he was showing me how to make a treat for horses. He had a little camp cookstove out with a cast iron dutch oven, and was cooking oats, molasses, apples, and cinnamon (Hmm, that doesn't sound bad).
This morning, before waking up to go check on the lunar eclipse, I dreamed I had won a "date" with Keanu Reeves and he liked my swords but not my neighbors, who stole his motorcycle. Oops.
Anyway, Keanu's going to have some Superbowl commercials...and
here's or two.