I swear I really had this dream yesterday afternoon. I posted at another site, but I guess they didn't think I was serious. Anyway, here's the dream: This guy Mike that I knew in 8th grade (who was a real jerk), Leonard Nimoy (whom I believe in this dream represents a co-worker who looks like him, but is also a jerk) and me are hanging out as friends, going from door to door singing Christmas carols, and all these other people start joining in, like it's a musical number or something. While we're all dancing around, Mike and Leonard disappear. After the number is over I look for them and find out that they've ditched me because they don't really like hanging out with me, which really makes me mad. I go find my Jeep Cherokee up a dirt road and get in, only to have David Hasselhoff drive up in an old late 60's convertible, trying to ram my Jeep. Prince's song "Gett Off" starts playing as background music as I pop my Jeep into 4-wheel drive and start pushing Hoff's car down the hill of the dirt road. Suddenly, he starts pushing back and I start going backwards, so I climb out the window while we're moving and jump onto Hoff's hood. I'm trying to hang on to the top of the convertible's windshield as Hoff is spinning the car around to shake me off, and at the same time trying to punch Hoff in the face to knock him out. The car flips and I grab Hoff's head as I'm tossed from the car and he comes flying out of the car with me. I manage to get my fist up to his face just as my crash landing with the ground forces my fist into him, hard. We both go unconscious, but the last thing I hear before I black out is, "You are the only one to have beaten The Hoff..."
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