While I sat at a table with my Aunt Laura, she made an announcement:
"I have something to show you," she said.
She walked away and when she came back, she clutched a small, ornate and wooden box. She set it on the table gently.
"What is it?" I asked.
Slowly, she took the cover off the box to reveal its contents:
a finger.
"This is the finger of Shakespeare's father," she said. "I found it in the backyard!"
Then, I woke up.
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So. Weird. I had this dream last night.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
My aunt's backyard has some history.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Early morning dinner parties always get in the way.
Early on a Saturday morning, Sarah and I drove toward Orlando for a day trip to Universal's Islands of Adventure. On our way to the theme park, we stopped at a burly, red-bearded man's house. Though neither one of us knew him, he'd invited us to an early morning dinner party.
Upon our arrival, we sat around a table with him and his guests -- who included my mom -- none of whom particularly wanted to be there. After we ate, Sarah and I started for the door.
No such luck.
"Wait!" said actress Katherine Helmond. She picked up an out-of-tune guitar and performed an off-key song. When she finished, Sarah and I thought we were in the clear. We could finally go to the theme park.
"Wait!" said the burly, red-bearded man. "Can you help me?"
He turned to change the adult diaper of an adult dinner party guest.
"Sick! No way," I said.
Finally free to go, Sarah and I walked toward the front door.
"Wait!" my mom said. "We haven't done the dishes!"
I sighed. I turned toward the burly, red-bearded man.
"Do you need our help with the dishes?" I asked him, while shaking my head no in hopes he'd say no to appease me.
"Actually," he said. "I do."
So my mom, Sarah and I washed the dishes.
Then, I woke up.
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I had this dream last night. Sarah and I DID go to Islands of Adventure in real life today. But there were not, in fact, dinner parties or adult diapers.
Upon our arrival, we sat around a table with him and his guests -- who included my mom -- none of whom particularly wanted to be there. After we ate, Sarah and I started for the door.
No such luck.
"Wait!" said actress Katherine Helmond. She picked up an out-of-tune guitar and performed an off-key song. When she finished, Sarah and I thought we were in the clear. We could finally go to the theme park.
"Wait!" said the burly, red-bearded man. "Can you help me?"
He turned to change the adult diaper of an adult dinner party guest.
"Sick! No way," I said.
Finally free to go, Sarah and I walked toward the front door.
"Wait!" my mom said. "We haven't done the dishes!"
I sighed. I turned toward the burly, red-bearded man.
"Do you need our help with the dishes?" I asked him, while shaking my head no in hopes he'd say no to appease me.
"Actually," he said. "I do."
So my mom, Sarah and I washed the dishes.
Then, I woke up.
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I had this dream last night. Sarah and I DID go to Islands of Adventure in real life today. But there were not, in fact, dinner parties or adult diapers.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I snooze, so I lose.
At a bar with shiny red stools and shiny white tables, somehow as sterile as a hospital, a man I'd just met asked me if I'd marry him.
He was in his 40s, and an eye doctor.
Though the proposal surprised me, I thought, "Why the heck not?" But before I could accept, Lisa Kudrow showed up, swooped in and shouted, "YES!"
Then, I woke up.
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I originally documented this dream upon waking up on July 20, 2010.
He was in his 40s, and an eye doctor.
Though the proposal surprised me, I thought, "Why the heck not?" But before I could accept, Lisa Kudrow showed up, swooped in and shouted, "YES!"
Then, I woke up.
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I originally documented this dream upon waking up on July 20, 2010.
I have a cruel family...and cookies.
At home with my dad and my brother, I fell asleep in a recliner in the family room. When I woke up, I found that my dad and brother had tattooed an apple on my leg.
"Why on earth did you tattoo an apple on my leg without asking me first?" I shouted. "I didn't want an apple tattoo!"
I stormed into the kitchen, where I noticed a contraption on the counter. I immediately recognized it... as a cookie grill.
"This is new," I said.
"Yeah," said my brother. "I bought it at a garage sale."
Then I woke up.
- - - -
a. I originally documented this dream upon waking up on Feb. 11, 2009.
b. What the heck's a cookie grill?
"Why on earth did you tattoo an apple on my leg without asking me first?" I shouted. "I didn't want an apple tattoo!"
I stormed into the kitchen, where I noticed a contraption on the counter. I immediately recognized it... as a cookie grill.
"This is new," I said.
"Yeah," said my brother. "I bought it at a garage sale."
Then I woke up.
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a. I originally documented this dream upon waking up on Feb. 11, 2009.
b. What the heck's a cookie grill?
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