Deer Head Drama With A Side Of Mustard!!!!!!

So I had this dream today in sociology class with Mr. Williams where I was in the Delaware Water Gap, my home away from home. I saw this car go by, but instead of leaving a trail of carbon emission, it was leaving a trail of yellow mustard. At first it wasn't a big deal...but then I realized how disgusting it was to have mustard all over the roads so I got in my mom's Honda Pilot and started chasing him. I ran out of gas at the Deer Head Inn, a restaurant where I play the blues every other Thursday night, and went inside to call my mom. I walked in and it was blues night with Spencer Reed who was sitting on stage smoking a cigarette and playing BB King tunes. That makes this dream even weirder...first of all-Spencer doesn't smoke, second-it was broad daylight and they were calling it blues night, and third-blues night is on Thursdays...not Tuesdays. If you want to get even further into it, Blues Night was not for another week. Well Spencer invites me and anyone else who wants to play on stage with him as he always does on Blues Night. I went into a rage that I hadn't been able to make my phone call and that the road was now a river of mustard. I kicked over the drum set, swept the glasses off the bar and stormed out. Just then Mr. Williams woke me up to take a quiz. The only two questions on the quiz were to write the words to the pledge of allegiance and the national anthem. I thought this was all part of my twisted dream and i actually had to pinch myself to convince me otherwise.

So there's my story for tonight....maybe I should be in psychology instead of sociology.