We’re parked in the Itchy lot

I was in a hotel someplace with Jo, and she kept saying things that she had hoped would purposely upset me.

Then I woke up for a minute, and fell back asleep. I then dreamt I was parking at a simpsons amusement park, and when my car headlights were on a lamp post would turn into a golfing Scratchy. When I walked over to it with a golf club, another post turned into an Itchy, whose head I hit a ball off. Then the Scratchy turned to me, and hit Itchys head off towards me.

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