More Fun with Psychoanalysis!!!

So we once again go into the demented mind of my dreams. The other night I had a dream where I was in the audience for a new game show. I don’t remember what the name of it was, but it was a quiz show. The only difference is that there’s a water cannon behind the announcer and if you get a question wrong, you have 30 gallons of water shot at your face. So it’s like Double Dare for adults. Anyway, I was privileged to see the family edition of this show. And guess who the first family on was? If you guessed the Mannings, you know me too well. One of the rules was that once you were asked a question, it remained your turn until you got one right. Of course, Eli was first and he couldn’t get any of them right. He just kept going “Umm…ummm…” until he got blasted with water. Then the process repeated itself. Eventually Peyton kept getting more and more frustrated. He started making comments like, “What the heck Eli? You need to step your game up,” which eventually progressed to, “Jesus Christ. If we wanted to bring a retard on we would have asked Cooper to join us.” And Eli just sat there with that look after he throws an interception, except he was dripping wet.
Finally, as a corporate tie in, Oreo promoted a lightening round. So now when Eli got a question wrong, he had to lick a double stuff as fast as possible before being bombarded with milk shot out of a cannon. They even had the Williams sisters via satellite laughing at him.
And that’s when I woke up. Yes, this was an actual dream. No, I don’t know what’s up with my subconscious. Yes, I do find my subconscious hilarious because there is no way I could have made this up on my own.