- Well, that's rather un-feminist of me. Generally, I'd prefer to have dreams that include ME roundhouse-kicking the bad guy in the face, not waiting for a big, strong man to do it.
- I don't HAVE a boyfriend.
- And while I've dated some nice guys, I've NEVER dated a guy who could fight off a super hero. I mean, really, who has? Apparently, in this dream, I was dating Dean Winchester. Or Jack Bauer. And of course, my subconscious neglected to have them make an appearance. Whatever, Subconscious. THANKS.
- And finally? Said ass-kicking boyfriend NEVER SHOWED UP. I woke up just as the bad guy escaped from the chair we'd tied him to. (Oh, yeah. We tied him to a chair. BONDAGE! Heh.) THANKS, IMAGINARY SUBCONSCIOUS BOYFRIEND.
Boy, Freud would have a FIELD DAY with me. Heh.
*As Mame mentioned in her very first post ever, she routinely yells at me for things I do in her dreams. Or will give me the silent treatment. Ask her sometime about the "Eddie Izzard Incident." She's STILL mad at me. So, now she can be mad at me for endangering her in MY dreams. And for my deadbeat imaginary boyfriend. Sorry, Mame!
**Seriously. What kind of snack machine that dispenses ice cream treats DOESN'T have Chipwiches? The mysteries of the human mind...
1 comment:
Not only are you a geek but you can't spell (2X) or is it your subconscious?
Mom
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