Learning from your subconscious

I'm heading off for a funeral in a few minutes (89 years old, long, full, amazing life) but I wanted to write about this before I forgot it because I think it illustrates what an elitist wrestling nerd I've become (as if anyone wasn't already aware).

I had a dream last night that I was involved in an eight person tag team match in an alley. I was just waiting to be tagged in, watching the match unfold, when suddenly, a small plane crashed into a brick wall. I looked at this, and then began to yell at the wrestler who had performed this "move". "You crash a plane in a match and it's not even the finish? How is anything going to follow that? You never put a plane crash in the middle of a match!"

So I tagged in, and my opponent was a girl. We circled one another, and I asked her, "What kind of lock up do you want to do?" She said, "Buttercup." I said, "This is my first match." She said, "Oh." Then she just beat on me for a while.

The moral of this story is that sometimes you have to just let yourself be a fan and accept a crashing plane in the middle of a match, or else large female wrestlers might pummel you.

Is wrestling night this coming Tuesday good for people?