This morning, I had a dream that Brad Garrett was my husband. After a party, he picked me up over his shoulder and ran with me down the street. It was night and romantic; street lights were featured. He was a good husband, but had some of the qualities he displayed on Raymond mixed up with those of my actual husband. I imagine this will start a Brad Garrett crush, much like the one I have on Bill Murray. Bill took me dream dating once, and now I find him ever-so dreamy!
Truth be told, I know this dream stemmed from a conversation about Andre the Giant and how much he could drink. According to my husband, it was a bottle of Jack that gave him a buzz. He was a big man, and I think inspiration for Brad throwing me over his shoulder.
Andre and Brad share the same hair. Kinda.
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