Dreams.

Dreams are strange beings. Half of the time I have no idea why I have them. They, for the most part, seem pointless.

Sometimes, though, I think they're trying to teach me something. I had a dream that someone had moved my dining room table into my kitchen. There's something you have to understand about my kitchen. It's easier for a rich man to go to heaven than it is to get through there. And someone put an entire dining room table in there. At this point, a group of people settles down for dinner. Someone starts talking about horses. Another friend then comments that he can't talk about horses because of his religion. That confused me a bit. Why on earth couldn't he talk about horses? He said, and I quote "Because my religion states they don't exist". While that is one of the most ludicrous things I've ever heard, it's also not that bad of an idea.

Now what am I implying? I'm pretty this dream taught me that horses don't exist. It's a little bit crazy, I know, but have you ever seen one in real life? I doubt it.