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White shoes before Memorial Day?

Wow.

That IS weird!

Shyeah!



Are you her boss, or in some other way an important guy at work? Because the swordfish = you = important. The sword is your phallus, and she's eating it. With your blessing, even, because you told her she could eat any fish she wanted. In your own house, transported by your wife's car, while your wife was slaving away in the kitchen, no less!

Watch out for that lady at work - sounds like her subconscious fantasy is to get one over on your wife.

No, I'm not her boss. I'd like to think I'm reasonably important at work. Her job (hell, just about everybody's job) is dependent on the systems that I create and maintain, so perhaps that's the person-of-importance link.

As to the rest. Uh.. sheesh...

I'm jus' sayin' ...

*wink wink, nudge nudge*

Hey, interpret more of my dreams.

Last night I dreamed that I got an email announcement from tomtuttle that he and his family were going to follow ZZ Top on tour, caravaning from city to city to see each show.

I'm pretty sure I dreamt this because I can't find anyone to go with me to the Aerosmith/ZZ Top concert next month. Also, my family had a fun vacation with Tom and his family a couple of years ago, so he's known to be a fun guy that might pull off a stunt like this.

I dreamed I was friends with Michael Cera, and I was making fun of him because his legs were mistaken for those of Eva Mendes at one point. It was an odd time to be making fun of him, though, because we were hanging from a great height and swinging toward a bear who was also hanging from a great height.

Any chance you could compile all these drams into a graphic novel, Charles? I think it would be awesome!

They don't really follow a single plot line but maybe you could find some imagine way to tie them all together like each each "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" answer came from a past life experience in "Slumdog Millionaire."

Your marketing gig could be that every book comes packaged with a free mini-bong. Don't laugh!!! I think this could actually work.

Ha ha, I'm sure there probably is a creative way to tie them all together. Maybe the answer will come to me in a dream.

I had gone back to sleep and dreamed again. This time I had somehow been selected to go into space. Apparently artificial gravity had been invented, and we had a pretty big community up there. I met a girl, we started making out, then going further, but then people started coming into the room and reading something (the comics?--I can't remember), and we had to cut it short. My coworker/friend was suddenly there, apologizing for it not happening for me. Then the dream took a turn and I was stumbling into a human slave trade operation, and I found an invoice for a worker in a neglected bathroom in an alley. I had accidentally peed on my foot to notice the invoice on the floor. I rushed to some sort of legal proceeding looking for some lawyer friend to show them the evidence of this operation they had been trying to shut down.

Then I woke up.

Oh, yeah, last night I finally had the no-clothes-in-class dream. I dreamed that I stripped down to my underwear, and I had man-boobs. They jiggled, and it upset me. It was a creative writing class.