"We're going to lose our souls! We're going to lose our souls! We're going to lose our souls!"

So in our dream we strike a deal with the Wicked Witch of the West in order to have fun at a high school reunion. The trick is we have to meet with the Witch at 6:45, as a class, so we don't lose our souls. But ahhh, the hilarity.

At 6, the entire class is in the pool engaged in good times. By 6:30, we're dancing and singing and pegging fellow classmates in the nuts with Nerf footballs. At 6:45, the pool, and the class, vanish.

We realize what's happening, and we calmly panic and run to a nearby picnic table screaming, "We're going to lose our souls! We're going to lose our souls!"

At the table, our parents and kid sis are eating, surrounded by our eight or so good friends we see all the time around town these days. "We're going to lose our souls!" we scream.

"Why don't you sit down and eat with us?" the family asks. Our mom is eating a crab pita.

And then we wake up, singing "Poor Unfortunate Soul" from the Li'l Mermaid.

But HAH! We have it figured out, this dream.

See, we watched Li'l Mermaid Saturday night after the lovely ladies picked us up from the bar. We set our alarm clock for 6:45 this morning last night, fresh off watching the first half of Monday Night Football with eight or so friends at our favorite watering hole.

We received an invite to a recital from a high school friend last night, right before we went to bed.

Our mom always eats healthy.

And we're slowly losing our soul every time we get up and prep for the worst commute ever.

Aha! But the Witch, you ask? For some reason yesterday afternoon, we were researching the Wizard of Oz. Did the midget really hang himself or what?

There. But all those key facts together and VOILA, technicolor dreaming.

And insight into the Ol' Man.

We know y'all were wondering.