I had a dream that the NFL no longer had male players, instead, they had hired women from Southeast Asia. The women were having trouble with the the late hit, tackling out-of-bounds rule. They were gang-tackling players fifteen yards too late, then wondering why the officials had thrown their flags.
I went to the concession stand to buy a beer. There was a young boy waiting in line. He ordered a beer. The concession stand attendant hopped into a van and apologized to the kid, saying he had to make a delivery, and that he'd be right back. We watched as the man drove away. We saw him minutes later in the distance. He was driving on a windy road that abutted the ocean.
"There he is!" the kid said excitedly as the van showed itself.
Waves crashed beneath him as he drove northwest into the sunset.
I went to the concession stand to buy a beer. There was a young boy waiting in line. He ordered a beer. The concession stand attendant hopped into a van and apologized to the kid, saying he had to make a delivery, and that he'd be right back. We watched as the man drove away. We saw him minutes later in the distance. He was driving on a windy road that abutted the ocean.
"There he is!" the kid said excitedly as the van showed itself.
Waves crashed beneath him as he drove northwest into the sunset.
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