First dream: I don’t know if I’m a reporter or a detective, but I’m working a case, investigating a missing children boom. I think it stemmed from my Twitter rants about the Westboro Baptists protesting that nine-year-old girl’s funeral. It was grainy, my dreams usually are – which only proves I watch way too many movies. My partner/photographer and I were poring over stacks of information and documentation that we’d picked up over the investigation. Questions were asked and photographs were taken. I could feel that we were closing in on whatever it we were looking for. And then the photographer/partner just perks up, “I hear they drown their young in bathtubs.” And that was the end of the dream.
Second dream: This is the one I woke up to. I received the phone call that I’d have to repeat the eighth grade. Only, I’m 27-years-old and I’m not a big fan of Adam Sandler movies. I agree to do it. An old teacher/mentor of mine who teaches the eighth grade – only at an opposing school – agrees to help me out and get me started. Along with Jyg’s younger brother, Ruben – who is in college at the moment, but was in the eighth grade in my dreamworld – I return to school to complete whatever it is I have to do.
Mentor friend: Do you really have to do this?
Me: Yes. If I don’t, they’re gonna void my diploma.
Ruben: But you have a degree.
Me: They’ll void that, too.
Dreams rarely make any sense to me. Until next time, keep on truckin’.
- Angry Birds knocked from Top Free perch by Bubble Ball, made by an eighth grader (joystiq.com)
- Adam Sandler as Andy Samberg’s dad? Sounds about right (popwatch.ew.com)
- Westboro Baptist Planning To Picket 9-Year Old Victim’s Funeral: Targeting Catholic C (politics.ie)
- American woman solves her own baby-kidnapping, 23 years later – The Guardian (news.google.com)