Yesterday morning I woke up to the following message written on the bathroom mirror: “Crush, kill, destroy – in his sleep.” Now let’s all date ourselves, and try to remember where we have heard the phrase “crush, kill, destroy” before. No cheating by Googling (or Binging – but that sounds loud). I’ll give you a minute.
My wife says she wrote that on the mirror to make sure she remembered what I said when I was talking in my sleep. I have known since I was a kid, that though I don’t dream very often, when I do I usually talk about it in my sleep. Three younger brothers will let you know right quick.
Anyway, all I remember dreaming about was a reenactment of my CTEL testing experience, with the lady asking me what was in my clear container (green tea).
“Beer. I thought I might need a cold one while I was testing.”
I remember the guy next to me laughing, and the lady making a funny look and setting my bottle on the back counter, but I don’t remember saying, “Crush, kill, destroy.”
I hope this isn’t a sign; the results of the test are released Sunday after 5. I hope the CKD isn’t a portent of what I will be doing Sunday evening.
So, have you got it yet?
I can now clearly remember spending a good portion of late elementary and junior high school, walking around like an android chanting, “Crush, kill, destroy,” but until the other night, I hadn’t thought about that in years. My wife, not being a fan (she’s a little younger), didn’t recognize the reference, and was justifiably a bit weirded out by her husband chanting CKD in his sleep.
You can watch the original episode here.
That reminds me of those great SNL skits about the Sofa King. You know, how the prices are "Sofa King" low, the deals are "Sofa King" great, etc. (You obviously have to say those phrases out loud to get the joke.)