Monday, July 28, 2003

Mrs. Cootie has weird dreams a lot. They often feature celebrities. I think she may have a page at her blog dedicated to documenting said dreams (I’m too lazy to go search on that).

I’ve just discovered another dream freak. If the permalink doesn’t work, it’s the post titled “calling the dream doctor.”

there’s a guy on one of our radio stations who calls himself the dream doctor, although I think he’s nationally syndicated. He takes calls where people share their latest midnight-pizza-and-jelly-donut induced nighttime psychosis, and he explains how the person is really seeking to heal the broken bond with his/her mother/father or cat/dog. We’ve never heard but snippets of the program because I put him on the same level as the pet psychic and the ‘crossing over’ dude.

but i’m thinking about giving him a call after last night’s magical mystery mind tour.

I was in Saturday Night Live as the guest host and Jamie Fallon was trying to fool everyone that he was Will Farrell (which apparently, in my dream, was quite scandalous), and the big musical skit was me playing Ewan McGregor doing the opening scene from Moulin Rouge. My cohorts in the ensemble piece were Wilford Brimley and Tina Yothers. and by the end, we were up to our necks in pink and brown reconstituted cereal mix that had corn kernals mixed about in it. And I woke when Kaylyn was suddenly present saying, “Ew. I don’t like corn in my cereal.”

And that’s what happens when you have a sixpack of Mountain Dew in one day.