Last night I had a dream that Mr. T died. He was killing bad guys and he got all of them, but not before he was shot. He didn't look like Mr. T though. He looked like John Travolta, but he was Mr. T in my heart.
You know that scene in Top Gun where Goose's wife is crying after he died. That's the way I was in my dream. Then I woke up crying. And continued crying and crying until I told my dream to Mr. T and we both starting laughing.
After all, he looks nothing like John Travolta.
I hope tonight I have a dream of the John Travolta version of Mr. T doing the disco.
You know that scene in Top Gun where Goose's wife is crying after he died. That's the way I was in my dream. Then I woke up crying. And continued crying and crying until I told my dream to Mr. T and we both starting laughing.
After all, he looks nothing like John Travolta.
I hope tonight I have a dream of the John Travolta version of Mr. T doing the disco.
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