Thursday, April 29, 2004


I had some really strange dreams last night, which I remembered when I woke up this morning. The first one was that I took Pierce Brosnan to my 10-year college reunion (which is this Saturday, but I'm not going because it's my niece's First Communion). Every time I walked by somebody, I would say, "That's right, that's James Bond." Maybe it's a good thing I'm not going.

Somewhere in the middle, but I don't think it was part of the reunion dream, Julianne Moore was my cousin and I was trying to guess her middle name. Obviously, I've seen too many commercials for Laws of Attraction.

Then I dreamt (dreamed?) that I got a speeding ticket for going 31 in a 25. At first, the cop wouldn't tell me how fast I was going, instead telling me that my RPM was this and that my tachometer was this (does that make any sense?). I couldn't believe I was ticketed for such a minor offense, in my dream, but I was extra careful driving through town this morning.

The last dream was about Eric the carpenter from Clean Sweep. We were working on a project that involved trying to gather as many of those blue plastic shopping bags as possible. Huh?

Strange to say the least. Part of this tells me I spend too much time watching TV.