Went to see Zoe's play this evening. Was very interesting as she was playing Kat in Taming of the Shrew...as a Western. They had cap-guns. Am v. disturbed. Nuff of that, now, let's move on to less disturbing thoughts... Nevermind, I don't have any less disturbing thoughts. In that case, let me tell you about this dream I had Monday night. In my dream, I had a baby. Which was odd enough in itself, especially since even in the dream I didn't seem to have been pregnant or given birth or anything, I just had the baby and I knew that it was mine. Anyway, so here I am, hanging out with my baby, wandering around the house, when suddenly I got very tired and I just couldn't hold up the baby anymore, and I dropped it! It was weird, it was like in slow-motion; I was diving for the baby and trying to catch her (not sure when I realized that it was a girl, exactly) but I just couldn't reach her in time. And as soon as the baby hit the ground... she turned into a *puppy*! What's up with that? And then the puppy, who looked an awful lot like the puppy I used to have, Stacie, went into the living room to play with Gallahad and run around and jump on the couch. And then I woke up. How weird is that? It's gotta mean something, right? No dream that strange can crawl up out of my subconscious while I'm sleeping without meaning *something*! Anyway, if you have any theories, let me know. This has been bothering me for *days* now! Gotta run, going to watch Celebrity Poker with Brad and Zoe in preparation for the round of Texas Hold 'Em we're all gonna play once Helen gets home from work. (The sad part is that all bets will come courtesy of my piggy bank) La la la... going away now!
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