Last night I had a dream that I was a disgruntled mall costume jewelry shop worker rescued from her humdrum day-to-day life by the discovery that her giant pet iguana could drive a car. The iguana and I bonded over this realization that we had things in common and mutually concluded that it was time to put an end to our negligence of each other and work on rebuilding our strained friendship. I apologized to my green friend for thinking that he was just some dumb lizard and asked him, now that he had mastered driving, what his next intellectual goal might be. He told me that he was quite interested in working on his command of the English language, and I quickly offered to help him since I think I’m pretty good in that area. He scoffed at me as though I couldn’t possibly have anything to teach him, and in the wake of this massive value adjustment I was incapable of feeling insulted.
I am telling you this because I am a strong believer that dreams are your brain’s way of storing all your experiences and when I tell other people about my weirder ones, it always dawns on me what actually inspired that odd scene. But right now, I’ve got nothing.
Wow.
I think your Pratt/Trinity change-over is still haunting you.
Haven’t you figured out by now that your genius eclipses every end of the spectrum?
Own it Mary Mckee.
Sidenote – Annie G in town this Sat evening. My lovely lady requests your presence on the rooftop of cosmic cantina for some burrito/rita fun.
We love you.
— The Gilson-meister Apr 22, 07:55 PM [link]