Subconscious to me: "Get a life"

Last night, I dreamt I was at home -- or at what was supposed to be my home -- and found a dog sitting outside on the patio. It had tags, so I looked at them and found the owner’s name. Vicki something, I think. There was no number, though, so I went inside and started rifling through a large stack of disorganized phone books, trying to find the right one. It took a while. I was getting frustrated. Then the dog walked in, upright on two feet, and said, “That’s alright. I know the number.” He dialed it, spoke to his owner, arranged to be picked up, and walked back outside.

Quirky enough, I suppose, but here’s where it turns into a nightmare: After he left, the dream version of me thought to myself, “I’ve got to put this on the blog!”

Sad. So very, very sad.

Posted by Jason Feifer at April 24, 2007 08:42 AM