Dreaming about me

In the past week, I’ve had three different friends tell me they’ve had dreams about me. That’s very odd, to say the least, but entertaining. Our friend David said in his dream, he took me to the prom, and I was crowned queen. That’s so likely! I can picture it now. Oh, wait, no, that’s a scene from Carrie. But now I have a new goal – instead of trying to control my own dreams, I’m going to try to star more in the dreams of other people. Step one of this project involves feeding people around me lots of cheese and beans. I haven’t worked out step two, but step three is definitely “Success!” I’ll let you know how it works out.

We attended three parties on Saturday; I feel so popular. Here are photos. See, I do have friends. And somewhere along the line I caught a nasty cold and spent all of yesterday sleeping and reading. Not at the same time, of course.

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4 comments on “Dreaming about me
  1. Chi says:

    That’s f’ed up. I had a dream about you and Stephanie a few days ago … over the weekend, maybe. We were in a library in a mall that was also a bookstore. Or maybe it morphed into being a bookstore. I was sitting down and wearing a white, I think, sheet. You and Stephanie were standing next to me, sort of facing each other, Stephanie looking bored and distracted, and you were both smoking cigarettes. I was busy pulling pine needles out of my poozle. Yes, I am totally serious about every last word of that. I should probably stop drinking tap water or something because clearly the chemicals have infiltrated my brain.

  2. Ah, I see you’ve been eating my delicious beans and cheese. but seriously, you all need to stop it, because it’s creeping me out.

  3. Matt B. says:

    I thought step three was “Profit!”
    As far as I know, I haven’t had any dreams about you. 🙂

  4. Matt – you’re so right; no wonder my plan isn’t quite working. I had the last step wrong.

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