A smattering of recent dreams
I am leaving a green house where marijuana is being grown. It is dark outside. I am by the ocean. All of a sudden, from out of nowhere, I am attacked by a bison. At first, I think it is a buffalo. But as I yell, “I am being attacked by a buffalo!” some unknown voice responds, “It is not a buffalo – it is a bison.”
I am sitting on my red couch, staring straight ahead. Suddenly, earwigs come pouring out from under the couch cushions. They engulf my body. I scream.
I am in a corn field, running from a predator. At first, I don’t know who my enemy is, but eventually, I find that my pursuer is a psychopath who has painted his face chalky white. He jumps out from behind corn stalks, jazz hands raised, and yells, “AAAAGH!” in my face. I am terrified. But then, someone yells, “Cut!” and I realize that I am in a movie called “Something Whitey This Way Comes.”
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And now, as promised, another Weekend Update. My thoughts upon watching this video: “I should never speak extemporaneously on camera. I say um and so a lot. My nose is big. No it’s not, Annie. It’s handsome. Okay. It’s handsome. Why am I putting this on the internet? I don’t know. To keep people’s expectations of my cool factor in check? Yep. That’s why.”