Don’t worry, I promise I won’t make this a regular occurrence because seriously, who wants to hear about people’s dreams? BUT DUDE, I have bizarre ones.
For instance, last night I dreamt I was at an Andrew Bird concert with Wito. Somehow, we took Bob Dylan’s seat, but he was totally cool with letting me sit in his space. (Ah, Bob. What a gentleman. I guess he would rather sit on the pavement and talk about the gov’ment.)
Wito was singing along rather forcefully, and Andrew walked over to us, mid-song, putting the microphone in Wito’s face, where he proceeded to sing the entire song verbatim. (Imitosis, for those of you needing additional inane details.)
Then, as Wito was singing like a perfect little cherub, Andrew leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You have insanely beautiful eyes”, which caused me to blush like a little schoolgirl, but before I could respond with a thank you, he said, “But you really need to learn how to use eyeliner”.
Why am I telling you this? Well, my friends, I have a deadline looming and figured it’s time you knew how I respond to such situations. I ramble on incessantly about my dreams instead of working. Peace be with you.
(Although, when I see Andrew Bird’s show in two weeks, I will surely apply my eyeliner with deft precision.)