anyalyze this...

Ok, so my family and friends already are familiar with my wild and crazy dreams. This one
was a doozy...
I was on my way to Vegas, after I arrived I noticed 6 or 7 little kids who were filthy and very
hungry. I snuck them into my hotel and proceed to clean them up and feed them. All went
well til they started roller skating through the room, knocking things over, breaking things.
Hotel Manager came up and looked at the huge mess created and told me I had to leave.
He even took my wallet away with me.
I'm cleaning and scrubbing and the kids are screaming and yelling. I finally lose it and tell
them all to SHUT UP and HELP. Of course, they all start crying, suddenly their new clean
clothes are gone and they are back in filthy clothes.
the above was the sane part of the dream...
I'm freaking, a social worker comes to the door to check on the kids, andwants coffee. Can I
find a coffee pot in the disaster room. Finally, I find coffee grinds in the garbage which I sneak
into what is the closest thing to a coffee pot. She's finally happy, when that damn hotel manager
comes and asks me if I'm ready to go to Bingo! He'll drive me there,but I only havean hour to
play.
For some reason I have to take one of the kids with me. Search and search for the place, find
it, the rules are very different and I go from worker to worker to find out how to play.
THen I realize my wallet has been stolen, kid I brought is knocking over tables and screaming
and I'm asked to leave right away. Still clutching my bingo cards, we're tossed into the streets.
I'm so pissed about my holiday being over, I shout at the kids. They are all waiting for me,
back in the filthy clothes, hungry and waiting for me to fit them all in my tiny little car.
We're driving down the streets of LV with kids hanging out the window screaming.
When, lo and behold, we pull up to this yard, where people are unveiling their brand new
boat. They of course, take us in, look after us, til things get bad. Suddenly get call from
son (not Dumbass) yelling and me to wake up, "you're in a dream and don't bring those
kids back with you til u clean them up. I explain I can come back, but I have to bring all the bags filled with garbage with me. He warned me I'd better not take them to his place. They don't allow garbage there.

The end

must have been the Cooler I had at Ladies Night.

now u know why Big Red just groans when I tell him I had a dream!