weird ass dreams I find myself in a jail cell, kind of like a drunk tank, but nobody's drunk. And there are children.
Apparently, I was at a hockey game with a group of fathers and sons (mine included) and we all got arrested for disorderly conduct (I know that it sounds like a stretch).

First, I've never been to a hockey game
Second, I WOULD have been drinking
Third, I don't think I would have taken a 2 year old to a hockey game

Anyway, it's only about 5:36 in the afternoon as all of the children are napping in the jail cell and my pager goes off. One of the other fathers asks if I had had a chance to call the wife yet to let her know we would need to bailed out. As I turn to answer the question....

Cut to

Ted Nugent's house. The Nuge is in the middle of beckoning the dark spirits into his domicile as I am apparently covering the incident with a camera crew for some reality TV show (anybody else remember "Surviving The Nuge"?).

Ya think this has anything to do with the meatball sub I had for dinner? Or were the mushrooms that were cooked in the sauce hallucinogenic?

Either way, it was a damn weird way to wake up this morning, thinking I had been locked up with my 2 year old son and then been filming a reality TV show with Ted Nugent as he was working his voodoo inside his house.  ¶ 10:30 AM