The other night I had a dream that Roland finally visited the House of Rock and, of course, we decided to play some ultimate frisbee.
Turns out, Roland is unstoppable.
There we were, on the field, Roland about 50 meters to my left. The frisbee was thrown about 5 meters in front of me and Roland engaged some sort of super human thrust and reached it before I did. It didn’t help that I was experiencing dream-slow running. His fitness was alarming.
Also, he didn’t have an english accent. who knew?