In the first one, I pissed off Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus. (Didn't mind pissing off Jack, but Arnie ?????).
Palmer and Nicklaus each had his own golf course. Each "course" comprised of one hole, and the courses were right next to each other.
Arnie's course was all about the Masters, with awards and photos adorning it. Not sure what I did, but it affected me greatly that I upset Palmer. So, I camped out outside Palmer's course.
Across the street was the home of a married couple, with the husband trying to get my attention.
The couple was interested in a threesome and held the belief every hole should be played with two woods -- and we're not talking golf here. Naturally, that's where that dream ended. :)
Then I remember driving on Staten Island and being told Bruce Springsteen's concert scheduled for night on S.I. had been cancelled. The news affected my plans because I was a member of the E Street Band.
Next thing I know, I'm following a co-worker and her husband through a revolving door at a hotel. I catch up to them and she tells me the concert was cancelled.
Then I woke up feeling very tired.
OK, amateur psychologists, have fun.
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