Sunday, February 17, 2008

I Like Dreamin'

Actually, I don't. Crazy dreams attack my sleep almost every night and I hate it. They never make sense and each leaves me exhausted. Waking up after each one is a pain in the hiney. They are so bizarre that most of the time I can't even begin to describe them. They are vivid, detailed and in full color. Every once in awhile there will be one that I can actually vocalize, but that doesn't mean it will make a lick of sense in any way, shape, or form. The latest involved a rock band, a private railroad car circa 1800's,three band member's maternal grandmother, band's manager, band member's girlfriend, band member's fiancee, a crouton, chapstique, a cupcake with thick white frosting, a baby and his mother.

See what I mean? It's just wrong. I don't even know if there is a maternal grandmother still living. I don't know if a certain band member has a girlfriend. I have met the lovely fiancee, and know the crouton is married. I've never met the wife, but we have discussed the joys of chopping onions. I know that they don't travel in a railroad car. I mean, what band does? See what I'm dealing with? Insanity, plain and simple!

1 comment:

Laura said...

You might already read this blog and therefore might have already seen this video - but on the off chance that you haven't - and on the chance that you want a good cry - check this out:

It's the sweetest little Compassion video ever.

Oh, and I've never seen anyone spell chapstick chapstique, but to each his own! :-)