I had two weird dreams last night that were thematically linked. And since I don't have anything else to write about today. . .

The first dream drifted from a round of indoor golf to Dog The Bounty Hunter and his wife getting ready to board an airplane. Each passenger presented their ticket, and were seated in a string of cars in the order approximating their arrangement on the plane. The convoy took off with Dog in the lead car. The driver took a turn too fast, and the car sailed off the road, flew down a steep embankment and landed lightly on its wheels. Someone in the car said, "Wow, if that had happened in real life it would have killed us!"

The second dream was just me on an airplane. Nothing bad happened. I was just on an airplane.

There must be something in the water, here.