Dream about Fatsuit 

Dream about Fatsuit

Last night I dreamed that there was some type of convention that I think Side Splitters Comedy Club was holding and I was invited for some reason. There were hundred of comedians piling in the door. I don't specifically remember any of them, but there were many that were recognizable. I remember peeing in the bathroom in a stall and two of the male comedians were in there. I guess it was a co-ed bathroom! The next thing I remember I was outside smoking a cigarette and my sister-in-law, Jenn, came along and I told her I was wearing a fat suit. I pulled my jacket to the side and told her to slap my hip. She did and she felt my big fat suit jiggling away. It sounded like it was full of water. Why would I be wearing a fat suit anyway? She was trying to tell someone else that Cavaliers were pieces of shit. Then she asked me, Right, Dawn? I said, I guess, but that's what my first car was. Then I think I slipped into some other dream. My friend Vicki was in it. She came home crying to my parents' house. I'm not sure what was going on - I think we were going to some school together. They was crying because some other redheaded girl wanted to beat her up. She cried, I'm going back home! (To Kentucky, I assume). She started to eat some dinner before she left - ham, turkey and some other stuff. I don't remember anything else about the dreams, but I know there was more to them.