MORE NAKEDNESS

I don't know if it was The Scottish Dreamer's experience--asking the naked man to breakfast--or if it is my galloping insecurities or what, but last night I dreamed I was naked. In someone else's house. Agreeing to babysit their dog--a Rottweiler, yet. While looking at their 1949 Packard Convertible limousine and wondering why they weren't more upset--or even upset at all--by my nakedness.

And then I realized that no one in a naked condition should agree to babysit a Rottweiler. Or be in someone else's house. Or even look down. Especially the looking down part. In fact, they should just wrap up on one of Omar's tents and go home. I don't know why I didn't do that, in my dream last night, instead of hanging around, at an embarrassing level to a Rottweiler's cold nose with a Packard convertible limousine, with leather seats. Have you ever sat on a leather seat? Naked? With a Rottweiler right there, all attentive and slobbery?

Some nights it doesn't pay to go to bed.

OTHER PEOPLE'S DREAMS BORE ME

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.

SIX WORD MONDAY 5-26-08

Still sugarless. Dreamed of Tootsie Pops.