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Stuff I actually dream about

In my last post I talked about the things I like to daydream about.
But what do I dream about when I’m fast asleep? Let’s find out…

Monday I dreamed that Jessica Simpson was coming out with a line of butter candies. The flavors she had were: buttered toast, buttered popcorn, hot buttered rum and baked potato with butter. She needed my help to come up with the 5th flavor. I suggested buttered waffles.

Tuesday I dreamed that I worked at the Mad Men offices. I was going through everyone’s files to find out what their salaries were. I’m sneaky that way.

Wednesday I dreamed that I was hanging out with Lynda Carter/Wonder Woman. She was really impressed that I had a gold ring with three purple stones (I do not really have a gold ring with three purple stones).

Thursday I dreamed that I was a consumer reporter analyzing pool rafts.

Friday I dreamed that I couldn’t open my high school locker. It seemed I spent all night trying to open my combination lock. I hate those kinds of dreams. (In high school my locker combination was 10-16-38).

Saturday I dreamed that I was in charge of refreshments for the Honey Boo Boo airshow (she would jump out of an airplane and fly to the ground). I couldn’t find a dozen doughnuts, cupcakes or cookies, so I had to mix and match. It was very frustrating.

On Sunday I dreamed that I went to a party thrown by Kathy Griffin. I par-tayed until the wee hours. The next day Liam Neeson was mad at me for keeping his little boy out all night long. I guess I was supposed to be babysitting him – oops.

So what does any of this mean? Who cares. At least I didn’t dream that my teeth were falling out or that I had a mouth full of gum. My favorite dreams are flying dreams – but I rarely have those. What are some of the weird dreams you have? Let me know in comments!


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Once again Mad Men has proven that it is the greatest show of all time.  Not only did the show come back with a bang on Sunday night, it came back with a seizure inducing amount of laughter.  Don’s new wife, Megan, who last season just seemed like an opportunistic waif, is turning out to more of a piece of work than Betty.  During Don’s surprise 40th birthday party, Megan treats Don to a special number that must have perturbed everyone in the room.  It made me laugh and quite a bit.  In fact, I think that Don himself felt like crawling under the couch in their ultramodern 1960s conversation pit.

What other hijinks will she get up to this season? I think we may have only scratched the surface of her distinct brand of French Canadian zaniness. I am anticipating a showdown between her and Betty. How awesome would it be if it’s this Dynasty style slapfest concluding with them both taking a swim in the Central Park pond.