From last night’s post about Jonah Hill, I got to thinking about Brad Pitt. If you read the post, you’ll know why, and you’ll see why it makes total sense as to why I decided to run these photos today. See, I suppose that I’m kind of on a Brad Pitt kick this morning, and last night, oddly enough, I dreamed that I was traveling through New Orleans (my favorite vacation spot in the country), and I was riding a train down by the river with – you guessed it – Brad Pitt. It was a really bizarre dream, because even though I was having a complete blast, I felt really, really claustrophobic on the train. It only had one small window, and good old Brad was a window-seat hog, so I was stuck on the aisle. The train was dark and the ride, bumpy, and I actually started getting kind of nauseous, what with all of the up and down and lack of a fixed point, because not only was Brad a window-seat hog, he kept the shade pulled down the entire time. Crappy, Brad. Completely shitty.
So when I saw these photos this morning, I was all like, “Wow, talk about lucid dreaming.” What did you guys dream about last night, and did it have anything to do with Brad Pitt?
