Apparently, My Dad Needs to Mind His Own Business

I had a series of strange dreams last night. Here are a few I remember:

1) My Dad cloned a rock'n'roll band for me, which I found quite distressing. He was only trying to help out, I guess. I chastized him, though, when he mentioned - in front of the clones - that our band had a (not-yet-finalized) gig tomorrow.

"Dad, you know how those clones are! Not that they've heard you say that, they'll show up and play whether they're asked to or not!" Clones, apparently, are very determined and focused on carrying out whatever task they are charged.

In any event, I went to the living room and jammed with the clones to "Seven and Seven Is" by Love. No one was impressed with my singing.

2) I found out that I never graduated from OU. A little problem since I am in law school, which requires an undergraduate degree. While I was contemplating whether I could concurrently finish undergraduate and law school, my Dad decided to take matters into his own hands. He and Wolverine, from the X-Men (rocking the yellow-and-blue spandex, natch), grabbed hold of the reigns behind the neck of my Dad's giant robotic falcon - with a thirty foot wingspan, and soared off into the night sky to "take care of business."

Thanks Dad.