#50- Dumb and Dumber

Those words alone pretty much sold me on how completely original and hilarious Dumb and Dumber was to me. This was a film that holds a real special place in my heart only for the fact that my brother and I watched this so many times on VHS that one fine afternoon we reenacted the entire film word for word in our living room just for the hell of it. It's a movie to me that I can pop in at a given moment and laugh my ass off by all of the slapstick humor and clever jokes thrown all around the movie. In my eyes, it's Jim Carrey's best comedic performance and even one of Jeff Daniels' best films to date. It took two actors that no one would ever dream of teaming up and had one of the best on-screen chemistry I have seen on film. But I can't give all of the credit to just those two as the supporting cast was just as hilarious such as Harland Williams as the piss-drunk (literally) cop and Mike Starr as the unintentionally hilarious thug Mental.


This face had me ROLLING on the floor first time I saw this.

The whole movie played out like one long road trip film with all the hijinks you'd come to think of with these types of films but just in a more off-the-wall sort of way. Take the diner scene in where Harry tosses a large salt shaker and nails redneck badass Seabass (played to perfection by professional hockey player Cam Neely) in a scene that is just too good for words. Seabass casually gets up and yells "WHO'S THE DEAD MAN THAT HIT ME WITH THE SALT SHAKER!?" and Lloyd just flat out snitches on Harry, finger pointed and everything.


Classic sell-out moment

This would not be the last we would see of Seabass though as later on in the film we get to a scene that really goes out there in terms of what we may think of public restrooms. Lloyd just casually walks to a gas station bathroom to take a piss. As he is doing his business, he notices something written on the bathroom stall (the picture I posted at the start). Then this like eerie music comes on and we get an extreme close-up on the horror shown on Lloyd's face as he soon realizes that he just walked into the very same stall where the "manly love" could happen....at 2:15AM sharp. Seabass comes crashing out of nowhere and it's this look that has me in tears every time I see it.

The one scene that got me the most though had to be the bare essentials sequence. basically what happened was that Harry and Lloyd had both lost their jobs and were on their last dime. Lloyd decides to use the last of their money to go grocery shopping and Harry gives him strict instructions to get only the bare essentials. Lloyd then asks if he looks like an idiot and the scene cuts to him in a ten gallon cowboy hat, two cases of 24pk Coors Light and about five pinwheels. What follows next has to deal with an issue of Rhode Island Slut, a stolen wallet and a sweet innocent old lady in a motorized cart. The transition to the scene was spot on cause here I was thinking maybe he'd get nothing but candy and maybe just maybe a jug of water or something but no, dude buys a ten gallon hat and his idea of the bare essentials.



There are so many classic moments in this film that I can't really describe them all in full detail. this was truly a comedy for the ages and one of the funniest films I have ever seen. So much so that I had to put it on my list as one of my top fifty of all time. I'll just leave with a quote that I stuck with during the performance featuring my brother and I:

" That John Denver's full of shit, man"

The Big 50 *EDIT*

Slight change to the lineup. Adding five films and taking out some movies out. Don't know how I forgot to add these movies but it just goes to show you how incredibly tough creating this list really was.

Moneyball
Crazy Stupid Love
The Avengers
The Cabin In The Woods

What films will be taken out:

Friday
Jaws
Goldfinger
21 Jump Street.

That is all, carry on with your day/night/whatever :)

The Big 50

As most of my friends know, I love movies. I watch a film almost every day or at any given moment when I have free time. I know movies; actors, directors, composers, cinematographers, visual effects studios, producers, the whole nine. I eat, shit and breathe cinema and I hope to one day get my foot in the door of the medium and showcase my talents towards the next generation of moviegoer. Which is what kinda led me up to this list in question. What most people ask me are what some of my favorite films are and I always go to my usual top three of all time and that is Batman Begins, American Beauty and The Incredibles. I love those films to death and that top three can never change no matter what sort of amazing film seems to break that trifecta. But then I begin to think about all the other movies I have watched and what films I feel that made an impact on my life in some shape or another. And that dear readers brings me to my top fifty films of all time (in MY OWN PERSONAL OPINION). Now be warned that this list may or may not have some of your favorite films, quite frankly the entire ranking of this list might baffle the shit out of you but I cannot state this as honest as I can: it's my list and not yours. Smiley face.

#50 Dumb and Dumber
#49 Mission Impossible 3
#48 Kung Fu Hustle
#47 Ninja Scroll
#46 The Brave Little Toaster
#45 Friday
#44 Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy
#43 Aladdin
#42 Scott Pilgrim Vs The World
#41 The Bourne Ultimatum
#40 Moon
#39 Jaws
#38 Attack of The Clones
#37 War of The Worlds (Spielberg)
#36 Minority Report
#35 The Lost World
#34 Back To The Future Pt. 2
#33 Saving Private Ryan
#32 Empire Strikes Back
#31 The Time traveler's Wife
#30 Terminator 2: Judgement Day
#29 Die Hard With A Vengeance
#28 Spider Man 2
#27 21 Jump Street
#26 28 Weeks Later
#25 Goldfinger
#24 Total Recall
#23 From Dusk Till Dawn
#22 The Raid: Redemption
#21 Iron Man
#20 Aliens
#19 Planet Terror
#18 Casino Royale
#17 Robocop
#16 Blade Runner
#15 Out Of Sight
#14 The Prestige
#13 Pulp Fiction
#12 Inception
#11 Requiem For A Dream
#10 The Usual Suspects
#9 The Amazing Spider Man
#8 The Dark Knight Rises
#7 The Social Network
#6 X-Men First Class
#5 Collateral
#4 Raiders Of The Lost Ark
#3 The Incredibles
#2 Batman Begins
#1 American Beauty

For the next 50 days (starting next Monday to be exact) I will be watching and reviewing my top fifty films of all time in ranked order. I'll consider this my love letters towards these films as to why I feel they are some of the best pieces of cinema I have ever laid eyes on. I will be adding clips, favorite scenes, best tearjerkers, awesome one-liners and everything in between. I'll post a trailer for each film before I post to get the general motivation to what I am writing about. It'll be up on here, Facebook and my Twitter feeds so just look out for those. Enjoy a trip down memory lane for this fan of films and embark on a journey into the mind of one die-hard movie lover, it's a trip well worth its weight in movie reels.

Some food for thought

Sheesh....I'm really lazy when it comes to posting on this. So what have I been doing the past four months since I last graced your eyes with such marvelous literature? Well I got fired from my job, that kinda sucked. I made a piss poor investment in some equipment that is running my wallet bone dry. I have become increasingly tolerant to the amount of alcohol I pump in my system. To sum it all up: its the shits, but I just have to roll with it.

My firing from my job was of my own accord. Basically, I scammed the company out of some money for profit and ended up screwing my career up royally in the process. I knew what I was doing was wrong but it's like a gateway drug when you are attempting to earn that promotion you have worked "hard" for. Was it evil of me to give customers cheaper goods and a way to keep that said cheapness only to sacrifice the hard earned money the company itself has worked for? Yes and no. Yes meaning I was doing things that was deemed ill-mannered in the work force and no being that I really did not have the best interest in the company, only the customer. Marinate on that a bit. Why would such a multi-billion dollar company complain about two cents or even fifty cents off of their product (even though it is already funded from a different corporation) and go through the trouble of "helping" the customer. I was wrong but in my own heart what I did felt right. You would not believe how many people I have seen on a daily basis working there that had to pinch every last dime to feed their kids. I have a heart, a great one at that, and to see that kinda made me feel that I had that duty to make that customer happy by any means necessary.

The investment I made was based off renting some electronic equipment from a local Rent-A-Center. In the midst of my previous employment, I saw the investment as just a little something extra for me like a treat I wanted to eat but had to take it in piece by piece. I had the money for it, but I never expected to get caught at my job and getting canned in the process. I sold off said equipment to make up money for my rent that was due the very next week and to pay off the two-week period in order to pay off the equipment. Sucks cause now I have to pay that two week period for the next five months until it is fully paid off. I don't even have the equipment and it's ending up kicking me in the ass. But shit, you live and you learn from your mistakes and that's just something I have to deal with.

I'll admit, I have a bit of a problem when it comes to my drinking. I'm writing this slightly buzzed off a couple glasses of scotch I had with my brother (another alcoholic in the family) and still have a glass right next to my keyboard resting on top of my coaster that says "Here's To Another Empty Promise". It's not so much an alcohol problem, I am no where near the drunken level my brother is at most of the time. Just it helps with what I have to deal with on a day by day routine. The stress of taking care of myself, my mother, my sister, my idiot brother, the constant bickering I get from the peanut gallery, my job state and everything in between. I'm more of a casual drinker, my drunken texts do get a kick out of most people but when it all boils down to it: this man is not an alcoholic. I drink either with friends, after a meal or with family. When I do drink alone, its in the safety of my home and I know my limits on when I should quit. Plus I hate being sick while drunk, kills the mood and makes my daily migraine feel like a thousand earthquakes just lit off in my noggin.

Things are clearing up now though so it's not as dark as you may read it is. I have a slow but steady income coming in from my newly acquired job, I am writing again which is a plus and my mind is as ever wise as it has ever been. Plus....there's her. But that's for another time readers, now I must plan even more genius level posts for your enjoyment. I will be writing every night from here on out. Could be a short one sentence post, could even be an essay like this; just be prepared to read up on this man's daily life. And my god, The Rolling Stones are the shit.

- From the desk of The Cool

And that's curtains

I just don't fucking get it. A man can only try so much and get so little out of something till he just ends up giving up on something. It's like that one stubborn level in a video game or that one piece of furniture you can't put together and you just give up on it only to try your best the very next day. That's how I feel about women and myself. It's like I am in a never ending struggle to find some form of GENUINE affection that I have become cursed for eternity to live this here single life. I know, it may be a better one; but goddamn in my 22 years of living I have never once experienced about what nearly 96% of all the people I have known at some point in their lives. I have had sex before but it was a meaningless romp in the sheets. I was drunk, in a surly daze, and some chick made a beeline for my junk. I've even known a friend who dated some chick for about a week...you know what I would give to have something like that?

I just feel like I would have to literally have to go to the ends of the earth just to find my perfect woman. I mean honestly that's not working out here. For the past nine years I have had nothing but letdowns and broken hearts. Nine fuckin' years of turmoil and disrespect to whatever kindness I show. I just really don't get it. You put in that 100% effort to be with a female and you end up getting .01% back in return. And you know what the real killer is? SHE DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE THAT YOU ARE EVEN SHOWING SUCH AFFECTION. She's blindsided by the next dude; arms made of pure steel and brawn, a face of an olympian, the gusto of a Spaniard and the physique of a gladiator. No clue what lurks beneath the surface but it sure as hell isn't anything as to what the other dude feels: actual genuine caring. Maybe I'm the one who is confused as to all of this, but I do make one point; women just don't dig nice, point blank period. Women in general would rather go for someone who is just one third of a good dude and about two-thirds the asshole to others. So I throw in the towel, I lay my hat on the post and casually pretend I never got coasted aside for another dude...again.

Windows open, winds are blowin'

Pretty nice day out. Well, it's not all sunny and cheery with all types of birds chirping about or anything of that like. It's just calm outside, nice breeze blowing and a bit of a cloudy day. I could be wrong in the next twenty minutes cause my room overlooks the good then the bad just comes drifting in ever slowly from the west. I wanted to talk a bit about my everyday average morning routines.

 My body reacts as it's own alarm clock and I find my eyes bolted wide open around 8 AM. I stretch for a bit, I get a bit twisted during my sleep. I roll off my bed and head straight for my bathroom, trip over the same stubborn misshaped tile on my floor and do my dirty deeds. A piss and a half later, I brush my pearly whites and wash off whatever might be lurking on my face. I apply some cream to these stubborn razor bumps and then proceed to my morning workouts. Some light sets of crunches and pushups, a bit of arm curls and one final bit of stretching to get all the kinks out then I am set physically for the day. I check my phone, no texts; just a reminder that I have a boatload of stuff to do before the day ends and my chaotic night begins. I do my routine run of Facebook notifications, commenting on curious morning or late night updates, liking all whatever I can, then update as much as I can given the allotted timing. I might do a post on my Facebooking within the week so I'll go into further detail on that soon. I head to my Twitter for my daily news in entertainment, the who's who of Hollywood and to check if someone kicked the bucket. I now consider Twitter to be my new source of breaking information, I have no reason to go to any other website unless I need to look up pictures or video of the source material.

After my social networking, I check all four of my email accounts one by one. From Gmail to Hotmail, my inbox are flooded with spam, job recommendations, twitter responses, random emails from various websites, Amazon subscriptions and the occasional FREE MOVIE TICKET piece of mail. It can sometimes get a bit frustrating after a while but I tend to just gloss right over it for the better even though I come back to a notification that shows I have over three thousand emails. After the emails, I turn on my Spotify account and just let it ride off in the background as I browse the internet for anything that catches my interest. Porn is not a nessecity in my eyes for the morning, I'm either browsing that while highly intoxicated or feeling curious. What I mainly browse are: movie clips, movie trailers, t-shirt designs, Wikipedia (anything I can deem interesting), gaming, what's trending now and The Chive.

I then sit by my computer and contemplate on what to write. Could be about anything that I want people to know and this is what I came up with. Now I must get back to this rather delicious peppermint tea and carry on for the rest of the day. Might do that Facebook post today if I get done in time with these important dealings of mine. Who knows...I don't. Or maybe I do? Rambling on again into the infinite universe of my mind. Cheers mates.

Nine bottles and some food for thought

After the first beer, I began to think about what has led me to this point. Maybe it was my own jealous greed or some self-satisfaction that I deserve for the credit to which I am due towards the process of getting business done. After the second beer those thoughts turned into a self-indulgence; a pride that I lacked from previous works that I were sure to gloat about for future endeavors. After the third beer my mind began to dumb down a bit and come face to face with reality itself. The sheer might of it all must have transcended me to a land of overwhelming gratitude towards my peers and close others. By the fourth beer, I lusted for the sweet scent of a woman. That familiar scent that just sparks up every vibe in my body and every emotion in my soul. Her scent is that of a lust that I want not need, it isn't a necessity only just a pleasure that I cannot put into view. By the fifth beer I was totally lost in my own thoughts. Why was she there? Why did she ask me such things? Was I wrong for not telling her? Just what have you felt for me? A spiral of my own madness took its toll on me and as I dug deeper and deeper into it, I thought to myself: why don't you just tell her?

My sixth beer brought with me some sort of a delighted drunkenness, a more whimsical mind-set driven by the unparallelled nature of happiness. I was punch-drunk infatuated with this woman and I never realized it. But what was the reasoning for such a strange liking of said female? Was it her looks? No. Was it her personality. No. Was it that intoxicating scent? Perhaps, but scents to not travel that fast to the heart. The seventh beer brought with me a sort of uncanny vibe, maybe my synapses were working throughout my entire body trying to figure out the puzzle with my thoughts. I tried to piece her together: a woman young of age, hair of a slightly auburn tint, eyes that looked as if shooting stars had fell into them, lips as thin as paper and a smile that blossomed from the inside and out. Smarts were in that brain of her's, a more sophisticated and enlightened intelligence learned from past mistakes and future problems. Her physique was of a rather petite kind; slender in all the right places, curves where there needed be some and legs of incredible athleticism. I would honestly say that this is the Greek god Athena in human form. But there was something missing from that puzzle, something that felt like an annoyance rather than a solution.

After the eighth beer, I began to abandon this silly charade and get right back to my drunken state. But here is where old thoughts come trickling in and where I cannot stand by and just let these thoughts get the better of me. I stare for a minute or two, you could actually see the cogs turning ever so slowly to solve this great riddle of mine. Have I become deranged, confused...misguided? No. For the first time I am dead sure certain that I have found the perfect woman, and for the life of me: I know this will never work. Cheers to the open-minded, I raise this ninth beer for the night in your honor....or was that ten?

Women Love (Insert Muscular Body Part Here)

   I haven't the slightest clue on what makes a woman purr at the very sight of a nice body. Do they look from head to toe or just make a pin-point look at one particular area? I just don't understand why women love their men for their physiques rather than for anything else. You could be as dumb as rocks, but heaven help you have a 12-pack of abs and a steel jaw worthy of Superman and you will have panties thrown at you. Is it necessary for a man to trade all of his intelligence, his ambitions and his own self-being just to impress a woman with the ability to crush an apple with just one hand? Fuck all that noise, for real.

I could never look like this, like the epitome of douchebaggery

   The way I see it, more than anything a woman looks for aside from a general nice (or normal) dude is someone with the physique of an Olympian athlete. They want the speed and stamina of Hermes, they want the body and strength of Hercules and the courage of David or some super heroic shit like that. A woman's perfect 10 in a male is all of that and then some, but honestly who is that perfect? I have seen men go to extreme lengths (myself included) just to impress a woman with abs of steel or attempting to lose all of their body weight just to get a woman to notice you. Why go through all that stress to lose like fifty pounds when you could just put that extra effort into someone who appreciates you for what you are? I know of a friend who is a a tad bit chubby....in all honesty, he's a fat bastard but he works out on a daily basis just to get in shape. But I know why he does this: to make sure a woman notices the man beyond that mountain of fat. It's a tragedy that he must live with because he rarely gets looks or even twice as many girls as most of his friends get and that's what pains me the most about women these days.

This is a once and I mean ONCE in a lifetime thing

   For fat men, it's either you are rich and powerful or are a championship stallion in the sheets. Through word of mouth, sure that fat guy has a chance...but where is the love in all of that? Why make a dollar or harsh commands makes that attraction towards said fat person? Me personally I have the physique of a swimmer. Slightly athletic, tall and slender with just enough meat to cover most of my rib cage up. I have these abnormally skinny long fingers and a bit to a limp as I walk. I wear glasses that are crooked only cause I fall asleep in them from time to time and I have a big head both in my boxers and attached to my neck. Do I get looks on by women? Sometimes, but not as much as I have seen with someone that looks ten times better than me on any given day. I don't envy those men, they workout cause they want to look good and they want their pussy rate to increase exponentially. But for those, all that they attract are either whores or generally confused women.

At first glance....would you date this dude?

   Case in point: say for instance you are this chick; good looking in your own right, highly intelligent, broken heart and confused on who to date next coming from a harsh relationship. She doesn't want to head for average Joe anymore so she gets the notion that maybe slightly buff and deteriorating intelligence Bill would be a much better fit for her. Why are you women so frightened with a man who actually knows more than one SAT word? She would rather just ignore the men who are actually genuinely interested in her rather than just settle for what worked for her in the first place, just with a more decent man and not some piece of shit asshole. It's just a matter of what's important to the female mind than what us men could do. All we have to do is either make that one first impression and it's hook, line and sinker from there. We could either woo a woman with our words or just let our bodies do the talking. Whether fat, skinny, buff, Mr. Universe or just plain average; women go for the body of the man rather than the character almost every time and in every situation.

Music bumped while writing this:

• True by Spandau Ballet
• People Make The World Go Round by The Stylistics
• Changeling/ Transmission 1 by DJ Shadow
• Trouble by Coldplay

I cannot stand Mad Men

I can't stress this enough on how much I just don't like Mad Men. I don't think I will ever come to reality on this being a great series. It's too fucking boring man, seriously. I have never fell asleep this much watching TV since CSPAN's occasional political banter. IT'S SO DAMN SLOW. Like I get what the point is of the first season: Don Draper is an unfaithful husband and the weight of it is starting to take its toll. But all the rest of the filler and the other plot points are just not as appeasing as the rest. I was shocked when he randomly fired Peter in episode four, but that quickly ended for no apparent reason instead of just booting his ass out and creating a better plot for that scenario.

I'd rather watch this sweet innocent old lady do this than Mad Men

It's just too much of a drama for me. Like other series, they blend their drama with thought provoking greatness. A little intensity could go a LONG way trust me, it works for all of my favorite series. There is a time to do serious work and a time to just let loose and have a bit of fun with your series. There was ZERO fun to be had from Mad Men. From the very first episode till about midway through episode five, I just threw in the towel and said fuck this shit. I can't do it anymore, I just can't. Five times? Honestly, I can't remember when the last time I had to sit through just the first season alone of a series just to get hooked on it, let alone five times.

Great actors, handsome faces, terrible series.

 It's the slow burn of it all, and I am just about at the ashes of my mental state to keep up with this series much longer. I can fully understand why it wins Emmy's and Golden Globes and all that jazz, just I can't understand what makes it an addiction that keeps the viewer fully interested on it. It's like my beef with The Sopranos; I know its a great series, but in the same vein I could only watch episodes sparingly. Like Breaking Bad is to The Wire (aka the true superior show of the network they air on), I just can't catch the buzz of the overall lead contender for the network. Don't hate me reader for not showing the same love as you all have for this series. I know great television, I watch great entertainment, just Mad Men truly isn't my cup of tea. I can't get into it and I don't think there is anything remotely interesting for me to just jump at it with the gusto of the average television viewer. Let me know when Betty Draper bangs Roger Sterling and we can finally talk.

Mad Men

  Now I know this is supposed to be the best damn piece of television since god knows when. I know this is like every modern adults best piece of entertainment with it's well developed script and fantastic cast. But for myself and in my own humble opinion, I think Mad Men is the slowest television series I have ever seen. Like honestly, this will be my fifth time attempting to watch the very first season and getting past the third episode without saying fuck it and moving along. It's just too damn slow for me, it's like the smokes in the show; just slowing burning throughout an entire conversation and when it finally gets towards the end it just dies and there is nothing left to interest in it till the next one.

Like I want to like him, but I can't

  I mean I get the characters, I get what the motive is for the series; it's just give me something to entice me a bit more. Give me a cliffhanger, give me someone getting sent to the hospital for no apparent reason, give me Don Draper in a drunken mad rage with six shooters in the air while wearing a top hat. But that isn't Mad Men, the show is too smart for its own good and that's what cripples my interest in it. Sure a miniseries of this series would be PITCH PERFECT for my tastes but do I really have to sit through four seasons of long drawn out drama? Well here's goes that fifth attempt at enduring this series. I am going to sit here, sip my peppermint tea and attempt to love this series like every other normal sane human being is doing now. If I post again, it'll either be for my love or absolute hatred for the series. Wish me luck?

THE MOST EPIC DREAM EVER!

So I fall asleep roughly about four hours ago and to my knowledge after waking up, I woke up from quite possibly the greatest dream ever. So the dream starts off where six of my good friends and I are all in chains riding in the back of some random horse carriage to god knows where. I guess everyone else was blindfolded but me, must have been my sub-conscious wanting me to recall every random detail. So the carriage stops and just spontaneously falls apart and I am treated to a visual of a coliseum made of pure glass. Like the entire thing looked like a giant mausoleum of glass and everything was see through. Automatically, this loud ass announcer tells us this straight up "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS LIVE THROUGH THIS SHIT, YOU GET NOTHING BUT BITCHES AND ALL THE GOLD YOU COULD EVER HAVE"  and a giant fucking rubber glove pointing the opposite direction shows the mountain of gold and scantily clad females. So some loud horn blares out of nowhere and this is when all hell broke loose. Did I forgot to mention that I was carrying nothing but my boxer shorts and two very long whips? Think of Indiana Jones but without the hat, outfit, gun and beard (not to mention, African-American) and you have me in a nutshell.

This was what my other friends were and I bullshit you not this was exactly what they were the entire match:

• Chris B: A gay cyborg that had a super sonic voice and chest hairs that spew acid
• Manny: Drank a golden liquid that made him the most sober man on the planet which gave him unparalleled speed and awareness of everything.
• Luis: A 1940's gangster that sang songs of sweet nothings into the ears of every combatant causing their heads to explode into a million waves of emotion
• Gregory: A black zombie wearing a monocle that used his eyes like helicopters and flew away out of sheer terror of what happened
• Sara: Turned into one of those parade big ass balloon things and dropped atomic bombs 
• Joseph Atlas: like a modern version of Frankenstein just instead of slowly moving around, he had the speed of a fucking jaguar and the strength of ten thousand men.

What we fought were: Warewolves, vampires, mud men, rock stars, comic book characters, gladiators, men made of sand, fairies, large goats, eagles, zombies, dinosaurs, lightbulbs, pure darkness, radio personalities, the essence of time itself, some dude wearing suspenders, hipsters, wacky inflatable armed tube men, clowns, reggae artists, my computer, the announcer guy, the entire fucking alphabet, windows, random explosions, the horse that brought us there.

SO we after fighting all of that, we soon realize that we had to fight each other in order to get the gold and random bitches. These are how the fights went down:

• Greg and Chris fought to the death, it prob lasted about twenty hard core minutes. Greg just would not die, he kept on going using his zombified powers of pure uppity. Chris kept yelling and yelling and yelling till eventually his head and entire body exploded into a shower of glitter and gayness.
• Greg then went after Joseph, who then ate Greg whole (pause) and proceeded to fight Sara.
• Sara got deflated but smothered herself around Joseph who then died of lack of oxygen and Sara just laid there, still alive by the way, but deflated.
• Manny fought with Luis and it was a rather spectacular event. It felt like a live PBS special that airs for some charity or Stevie Wonder foundation. Nothing but singing and soberness. I quickly put an end to that and cut both their heads off with my whips of mass destruction. 
• So in the end it was just me and Sara (deflated on the ground), I used her deflated self as some kind of a kite and for some odd reason a lightning storm came out of the wood work and electrocuted her and sent me skyrocketing onto the mountain of gold and bitches.

I wake up, and instant holy shit reaction follows. The moral of this dream? Don't fall asleep watching Game Of Thrones hopped up on cookie dough ice cream and the battles this show has. Now I lie in my bed, pondering on what may follow from said dream.....I'm still pretty creeped out. Fuck this, where's my wine?