Dream with disclaimer…

* DISCLAIMER: As far as I know, no one in my family has any ill-will toward McCabe-san. *

Last night I had a dream that it was summertime and I was in the back seat of my Dad’s truck at the drive through for Double D’s Ice Cream. Mike McCabe was waving to us and came running up to the truck to talk to Dad. They talked for a few minutes before an argument broke out and Dad reached down next to him and came up with a 3 iron (golf club) and began mercilessly beating Mike-san in the head.

He threw the club and Mike’s carcass into the bed of the truck and then we went for ice cream. My dream state shifted to the house on Hamilton Street, where we were trying to come up with reasons why Dad killed Mike. Dad said “oh, he’s not dead, he’s just resting in the driveway.” For some reason, this seemed logical so I ran out there, and there was Mike, sprawled out and glassy-eyed in a pool of blood with a 3″ wound in his skull.

This upset me greatly, because Mike is a pretty good guy, so I ran up to make sure he was dead. As I walked up, he sat straight up and said “wow, that was a wild dream!” as he walked off rubbing his head. At this point I woke up, pretty damned confused.