Dream

OK - not much to report, so I'll tell you all a dream I had the other night. It's really funny, now, and I still laugh when I tell it (although it might lose something when transcribed).

First off, this is a dream, so it's not real. K...

I was pulled over for speeding - 70 in a 25. Yeah, don't ask me where I was going in such a hurry (the lady police officer already did). 70 in a 25. Wow. I hardly go 5 miles over the speed limit.

So, she pulls me over and says that I have 3 options:
A - Spend 24 hours in a house with women.
B - Go bungee jumping in Bolivia.
C - Make a kimono, but I can't use a sewing machine.

Wha?

And because this is a dream, I'm really thinking these are my options. The cop tells me "I would take the women." But I tell her I'm freaking out because I'm scared to live with women, afraid they're going to beat me up. Then, I'm asking if the expenses I occur from my option are my responsibility - I was probably wondering how I would pay for the bungee jump in Bolivia.

Whatever I had for dinner that night really did a trick on me. Guess I shouldn't have it again. Or maybe I need to take a break from the sewing machine, because I wouldn't be able to use it for the kimono anyway.

Sweet dreams.