I flew to New York to see the Phillies play the Chicago Cubs, a game sponsored by the NHRA. Johnny Depp, Paris Hilton, Brittaney Spears, Kevin Federline, Isiah Thomas, Keith Urban and last but not least President Bush were present. The funny thing is, with all of these super stars and political figures present… guess who threw the opening pitch? Andy Kaufman. Yes this is weird, but it gets interesting.

I see my self from a birds eye view, passing out in my seat. An older man runs over to me and ask “Hey man are you alright?” I open my eyes to see George Clooney staring at me and then burst in to laughter as I came to. He slapped me in the face and shouted at the top of his lungs “Dude, I’m having a poker party on Halloween. There is going to be a ton of fashion mixed with golf… if you know what I mean bro!”

I heard a violent scream and the scenery changed instantly. I was surrounded by robots who were chanting “Poker Poker Poker!” I ran in circles trying to find my way out of the madness. Blindly I crashed in to a massive sign that read “Apple Apple Apple”. And then I woke up. What does all of this mean?

What does all of this mean is a great question. Most of us would assume that the one who had this dream did entirely too much internet surfing. Though this may be true… Why would the chain of events take place the way that they did? Many experts claim that our dreams can be a combination of things. Things such as what we did the day before, a strong emotion felt recently, or a mythical way for us to see our future. While all of these may have truth to them, I feel I have the real solution. We are products of our society.

We have lost our hunter gatherer instinct. We play World of Warcraft for hours on end, stare at Youtube videos or Myspace profiles until our eyes bleed, read articles about pirate bay being shut down by the sweetish government. And all the while the LCD or plasma Tv is on in the background with the current NFL or MLB game playing itself out. We must get back to our roots. We must get back to a time when our dreams meant something. Ask yourself… When was the last time a white wolf came to you in your dream and told you to “Live or Die”. It has probably never happened. It has never happened because every sense you can remember your dreams have been made up of corporate materials and what society told you that you desired.

I say to hell with all of this madness. Let us live as the Spartans did in the movie 300. Let us be proud to be harry, to look like men, to speak out with a violent tone from time to time when we see something wrong. Let us live. No more college football, no more MTV. From this day forth we enjoy each morsel of food we eat. We appreciate every beer we drink. When our wife calls to us for aid, for sexual pleasure, we give it! Let our dreams guide us from now on to be better men, not lesser metrosexuals.

Let this message of wisdom sink in. I will be following up on this article very soon. Think about your life and what you are doing. Are you a robot? Or are you a self sufficient man? To be continued…