I dreamed that I was a member of WWE's The Shield, replacing Dean Ambrose. I was teaming up with Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins, and Vince McMahon was still the owner of the company.
We had apparently pulled some kind of prank, although I never found out exactly what it was. As punishment, we were ordered to pick up the trash outside the stadium in the parking lots. I could see Roman and Rollins pushing garbage carts, looking at me and telling me to hurry up.
Then, once people realized who we were, a huge crowd showed up asking for autographs. It was nighttime, and everyone wanted to meet us.
On the way back, the dream suddenly changed. I was no longer a wrestler. Instead, I was climbing a giant staircase, like the stairs in a train or subway station. My daughter was with me, telling me, “Come on, this is the way to get the sandwiches.”
We were looking for a famous sandwich restaurant, but as we passed by, all the places were already closing. I told her that I would bring her back the next day.
