I dreamed I saw St. Anthony

Sometime a while ago, Rachel and I went to this place where they make peanut butter sandwiches. They made it really thin though, so I won't talk about that place. At the train station though, there was a man, and he was playing slide guitar. It might not have even been that time we went to the peanut butter place. But this guy was playing slide guitar, and now that reminds me that I lost my slide. I had a slide, and Rachel gave it to me, and I lost it. You know when you lose something and you don't even remember losing it? And it's not like "Oh man, I left it on that table at Six Flags." It just disappeared, you know? People talk about "Where's the last place you saw it?" and you can't even remember. And you think if you knew the answer to their question then your slide wouldn't be lost anyway.



We got stuck one time on this ride at Six Flags. The guy in the seat behind us was slapping the ride. We were stuck for a half hour. I thought it would have been better if the guy that played the slide guitar was stuck in the seat behind us. I gave him a dollar when I saw him. I should have given him a ticket to Six Flags.