I had a dream last night that I was in 24. I was hanging out at home, and all of a sudden Jack Bauer appeared and was like, "Get out of the house now!" So I did, because, duh, everyone knows you don't question Jack Bauer. It was like the nuke hitting Valencia: I had to grab everything I could and throw it in the car and haul ass out of town. I took some photo albums and (of course!) my laptop, and then I stood in my closet and thought, "OK, I need to pick out my absolute favorite clothes to take, because everything else I'll have to leave forever, and I definitely do not want to leave my favorite shirts forever," and Jack was like, "NOW!" so I just grabbed everything off the hangers, dumped them in a suitcase and ran. I got in the car and started driving, and then all of a sudden I was in Thailand (yes, Thailand. Why? I don't know) on a raft with the other refugees, my stuff piled behind me, floating down a river.
My sister, on the other hand, emailed me this morning to tell me she had a dream that I was pregnant. My parents, she reported, were less than thrilled.
And then the other day, my one of my best friends from college emailed me this:
"Do you ever have dreams that you are going to the bathroom in a public place, but there are no doors on the stalls and everyone can come in and see you going? I have had those more than once, including one last night. It is totally disturbing, and most of the time in my dreams I am constipated, so I am sitting there and trying to push out 'something,' but in the meantime totally self-conscious because people can see me. I don't get it. I so want to go to a dream whisperer. Needless to say, I woke up and had to go to the bathroom."
Dream whisperer ... hee hee. I can honestly say I've never had a dream about pooping. Which means I'll probably have one tonight. I'll keep you posted.
(P.S. In the interest of fair disclosure, no, that is not the first Jack Bauer dream I've ever had. In the last one, I was helping him save the world. My friend was with us, and he forgot to lock the back entrance at this auditorium place and the terrorists got in and Jack was SO PISSED! He still saved us, though. I also had a dream once that Brad and Angelina asked me to co-parent with them. And, of course, you know about the McDreamy one. I don't think we need a "dream whisperer" to help us come to any earthshattering insights about MY psyche. Ha.)