
Originally Posted by
VAisForEagleLovers
RLE and GS, very interesting dreams! There must be something in the air for weird dreams involving our guys. I had one last night that was strange.
I was at the golf course a few miles from my house (Robert Trent Jones). That right there is weird because I don't golf, but I was walking the course and there were people around, but not in groups. Everyone was walking apart from each other, maybe twenty or so people. Then I see a man with a club in his hands, his bag beside him, and he's looking around at the people, then he glances at his watch in annoyance. I realize it's Glenn and I'm trying to get my knees to hold me up. He looks up and sees me and seems to either recognize me or just pick me at random, but he waves me over to him.
"I need to check on a few things. Will you stay here and watch my bag?"
I say, "Sure."
"I'll be back soon."
There are no carts around and he takes off and the people standing around follow him. Soon I'm in the middle of this beautiful grassy area by myself with his bag. It's hot out and there are trees off to the side, so I pick up his bag and begin to walk to one. His bag is incredibly heavy and once I get in the shade, I look down in it to see what could possibly be in there besides clubs. I see a fifth of Jack Daniels. It's been opened but mostly full. For some odd reason I take the top off and sip at it, straight. I sit in the shade, watching birds, sipping and sipping. The bottle was halfway empty when I passed out in the dream, and that was the end of the dream!
I woke soon after and I felt hungover and I swore I smelled bourbon! The bourbon is buried in the back of the cabinet, so I'm fairly certain I didn't sleepwalk and actually drink any. All I can think is that I have some co-workers in Kentucky this week who are thinking of hitting the Bourbon Trail, so maybe that's why I dreamed about Jack Daniels.