Dream #1

Early last Sunday morning, I woke up, puked out all my insides, and went upstairs to finish my night's sleep on the couch. My dad was already awake (of course) and as I began to fall asleep I remember thinking "I should let Daddy know that Joel's breaks might need looked at..."
And then my dream began.
Joel was driving happily in his silver Ford FestivaWhen a line of young ladies, no wait, young girls were walking across the street, on their way to be finished into eligible young ladies. Joel didn't really hit them... but he went to court anyway.

Who should his lawyer be? None other than Bertie Wooster from "Jeeves and Wooster"
"I say! My client is not responsible for..."
My attention was drawn away as the judge called out in a booming voice "Mrs. Thunderstorm to the stand!"
My own mother was sitting in the witness booth with a stern look on her face, not saying a word.