I dreamt that I was wrestling out of the refrigerator a container of half n’ half the size of a trash barrel.
Monthly Archives: November 2017
The last model
I dreamt my daughter and I were on a large estate lawn that was atop a luxury yacht. At the bow of the yacht, a high-end silver sports car was fastened by a chain. Attached to it by chain, dangling just above the water, was an antique black car. We wandered from the lawn, to the sports car and climbed into the antique. Then it started to slip towards the water and we had to rip our way out of heavy clear plastic that now enclosed us entirely.
My little pony
I dreamt that I was driving on a highway and a “My Little Pony” – but real and alive – jumped out of the car next to me. I had to brake hard as the pony galloped off into a field next to the road with a trail of sparkles and rainbows following it.
Bacon
[I didn’t dream this one, actually happened, but a favorite nevertheless.]
My sleeping daughter sat up in bed, said, “I do not have bacon,” and lay back down.
Kevin Bacon, annoyed to not be had.