SHE was sleeping in Sunday morning. Her dreams drifted from dating Michael Jordan to flying over a grassy hill. "Why Michael Jordan?" she wondered, knowing she was asleep and dreaming but still experiencing the journey of her imagination. She had never really been a basketball fan (or subsequently a follower of television baseball and golf).
HE was sleeping next to her, dreaming of leaving a building and entering a parking garage. He sensed danger, and spotted the mugger. He quickly put his keys inbetween his fingers and wound back. He punched the mugger just as he was waking up.
SHE decided to go in for a kiss with Michael Jordan. "Why not? It's a dream, let's have some fun with it," she thought in her asleep yet conscious state. She leaned in. Michael leaned in.
POW!
He punched her right in the nose.
What a way to wake up!
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