Thursday, November 13, 2008


As soon as someone says the words, "I had the weirdest dream last night," my eyes glaze over and my brain function resembles that of a heart monitor of a cadaver--flat-lined. I would rather clean the toilets, go to the dentist, anything but listen to their dream. So, when I woke up today I wondered if I should tell my friend I dreamed about her husband.

Her husband took his leg off, about three inches above the knee. Then he put on a steel pipe leg with a working knee and ankle. "Joan," he said as he walked around, "I think this will work."

Should I tell Joan? Do you think she would be bored? Do you think my dream was an invasion of her husband's privacy or of his leg?

PS If you have an interesting/weird dream that you feel compelled to tell me just remember that I am a fanatic about clean toilets and will probably have to go home and scrub one.


Cindy said...

Does Joan read your blog? If, so then I think you just told her!!

How about if you come to my house, then I tell you my dream, then you can clean my toilet???

Laura ~Peach~ said...

I like cindy's idea... :) and bring some pickled beets when you come :D
Giggles Laura

TeamGornold said...

well i will never tell you my dreams again!

Michael Rawluk said...

Maybe I should blog all my dreams. In fact last night I had a very interesting one about . . .