Not much going on in the life of observant these days except the usual change-in-weather migraine and too many strange, complicated dreams of my own which have kept me from sleeping soundly. The other night I had a dream that I was about to go onstage to sing the lead in a musical, but right before I went on someone told me “you know, you really don’t sing very well.” Of course after I went onstage, I felt really embarrassed and self-conscious. Oh, and I also had to dance.
Segue to another scene where I have an empty coffee cup that contained two tickets to a concert to see an African drum ensemble. I was really excited to have the tickets to this concert, which was to be in August in Cameroon, until I realized that I’d now have to get myself to Cameroon and find a place to stay. More anxiety.
Segue to a construction site where a body of a murdered young woman has just been unearthed. She had been missing for several years. Somehow this woman started explaining to me that her murderer had cut off her feet – “I tried to run, away from him, then I realized I wasn’t getting anywhere. I looked down and my feet were gone. Then he killed me.”
So that was just one night’s dreams. Welcome to my world.
Two funny things I heard this weekend:
- A commercial for an eye specialist: “We think about retinas all day long so you don’t have to.” They think about retinas ALL DAY LONG. Amazing.
- A conversation I overheard at the Blockbuster between a mom and her 14-year old son:
Mom: “No, that’s not an appropriate movie either, son.”
Son: “Well what about this one? It’s Christian. It only has violence in it.”
Oh, and one other thing – although I don’t watch Dancing With the Stars, I fervently hope that Heather Mills’ leg falls off during one of her dances, because I think that would be an awesome event. I think it almost did once, but I want it to fall completely off. I know it’s perverse and sick, but perverse and sick is my middle name (revisit the 3rd part of above dream if you have your doubts).