Too Old for Hot Dogs

Last night I had an odd dream. I remember three things about it.

1. I sat through a church service where the main event included watching two men roll boulders across the platform area.

2. There was a shoot-out between the police and a city gang(?), during which, I hid under a pew.

3. My 6 lb bull frog (???) kept climbing up on my MIL's dining room table. (For the record, she was very gracious about it.)

There is only one thing to conclude: I'm simply too old to eat hot dogs and get a good night's sleep.