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Last night I had another sweet dream. Summer is good for dreaming, it turns out.

So I was competing in a PGA event, and we were on the final hole. It was between me and this other guy. My ball kept rolling underneath fences, where it was inaccessible. Tiger Woods was the head ref, and kept giving me terrible drops. However, my opponent got on to the green and then hit his ball like twenty time, so I knew I just had to keep my cool and finish the hole to win. I hit an awesome chip that went onto the green and into the hole. I won a PGA golf event. It was sweet.

I don’t golf.