Boy, paging Dr. Freud. I officially had a fellow blogger made a guest appearance in a dream last night. Anyone who knows how to interpret dreams can be my guest.
In summary – I was walking the long way home from the grocery store to my mom’s house, where I guess I lived, carrying a 12-pack of toilet paper. As I was walking someone yelled my name out the window of a 2-family house…it was C. Monks of Utter Wonder! He recognized me from the little picture on my blog, and wanted to know if I could help him get something working correctly on his computer. In my dream, Mr. Monks was only abou 4’11” tall and had Weird Al hair. I have never met Mr. Monks and for all I know, this is accurate. I also met his downstairs neighbor, who was carrying his child (although I’m not sure they were a couple) and was invited to a cocktail party. After the cocktail party I was suddenly Angelica Pickles from Rugrats, and I was singing to a crowd from a balcony, but I was just mouthing the words – Suzy Charmicle was hiding on the floor behind me doing the actual singing. So yes, I apparently sounded like a black woman while singing and nobody guessed…at first.
So many many things in this dream point to so many many problems, no?
(Important: As far as I know, Mr. Monks is married with a lovely family, and hasn’t impregnated any downstairs neighbors he might have.)
