Saturday, March 18, 2006

Blame it on the sake

I had a horrible dream last night. In the middle of the usual parade of ridiculous searches for a dozen scones in the middle of a snowstorm and doors that wouldn't stay open, I dreamt that a doctor told me the Boy was a reincarnation of my dead brother, and I needed to leave him with her overnight so that she could hypnotize him and help him come to terms with his death. One: I don't have a brother, and the weird thing was that somehow this brother was also the Boy. I just kept crying and crying in this dream, and the doctor told me I had to leave him and I had to pull it together. And I couldn't stop crying.

I hate that shit. Feel free to analyze. Or not.