Back away from the TV

Last night I had a dream that I was on a date with Bret Michaels. We were having dinner at the restaurant where my ex used to work so I should have known it was doomed. I had the beet and goat cheese salad. (My subconscious picked out a menu?) He didn't eat his lemon meringue pie. Then I had a challenge - something having to do with football and dogs.

Even in my dream, I thought it was stupid.