Had the weirdest dreams last night. I fell asleep to Star Trek TNG and half of my dreams were fears of upsetting Captain Piccard...

“Oh man, I told the captain I would get those EPS conduits reconfigured and I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT AN EPS CONDUIT IS!”

It was one of those dreams that was really real.

The other half was Jeremy Clarkson knocking on my garage door.

“Hello, do you have a minute?” (keeping in mind this feels 100% real)

“um...sure.”

I head out and there are a bunch of reporters on my lawn with some American b-list movie stars and he lines us three up and announces that we will be the new hosts for top gear. Not the American one, the British one.

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“I um...okay. I’m in!”

I couldn’t figure it out, but then it occurred to me that i was part of a pallet cleanser. i.e. setup the show to suck so that the 3 could come back and the show would be better than ever...new coke style...

At first I was all - oh man, that blows. Then I was all...you know what? I’m going to be on Top Gear...I’m going to milk this for all its worth!

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Then I woke up. Now

p.s. I have no idea who those people are.