I had a very strange dream where Bing Crosby and I were paling our way across America looking for Bob Hope. Mr. Crosby was dressed as a priest and wherever we went, people would turn around and stare at him. I wasn't certain if they were staring because they knew it was Bing Crosby or if they were staring because he was wearing the frocks of a Roman Catholic priest. In any event, we, the two of us, had managed to loose track of Bob Hope and this was a cause of much concern. It wasn't clear in the dream who had the primary responsibility of keeping an eye on Mr. Hope and his whereabouts, but we were both of us focused on finding him before he got into trouble. Apparently, Mr. Hope was know as a person who easily found trouble. So, anyway, we were marching from one bar to another bar looking for Bob Hope and not finding him and no one we talked to had seen him lately and it was all getting very worrisome. Then I woke up.

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