Those of you that know me know that I have a pretty active dream life. For those of you that don’t know me, I will haunt you in your dream life. I am excited to say that I have entered the fifth dimension of dream state; cartoon. I was actually in a cartoon in my dream. The characters were cartoon, the surroundings were cartoon. I myself was not a cartoon; I was only viewing the excitement from the inside.
After the cartoon though, there was this man sitting on this old chair in a rustic type environment. He was talking about his wife not caring about anything in their new bedroom except that she wanted a phone in there. Apparently she didn’t care about the layout or size of their new bedroom (I sensed he was hurt by this). He then opened this odd looking bag that contained, amongst other things, a very unique type of instrument. I am 100% sure this instrument only exists in my dream. He then began pulling out weird accessories for the instrument complaining that his wife bought him all of this junk. The last item he withdrew from the bag was a very long zipper. I made the joke: “It’s an invisible suitâ€. He wasn’t amused.
Isn’t that photo of Brimley sexually intense? I love the chops, totally sexualrific. The reason I chose to use this photo is the striking resemblance to the man in my dream. Imaging that young, hunky Wilford Brimley in yours dreams, wearing his invisible suit and playing his funky instruments. What a guy.
February 22, 2006 at 07:58
I can just imagine gobs and gobs of oatmeal dripping off of his whiskers…
February 22, 2006 at 10:04
You dream of a man talking about his bedroom layout and how he is unsatisfied with his wife, taking unidentified instrutments out of a bag, and you comment that he looked like a sexually intense Brimley. Hmmmmm. Connect the dots……….. I think it means that you long to win gold in olympic figure skating based on my freshman psych class.