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I had a dream last night that I was going to leave my husband for fat and drug-bloated Jeff Daniels. He's not really fat and drug-bloated (that I know of), but he was in my dream. He was even carrying little baggies of pills under his shirt. In the dream I was thinking, Bunny, Shmunny! Some rich guy who doesn't love me wants me to enable him to death while I spend him flat broke? Why shore! I'm up for that!
I felt slightly guilty when I woke up (of course) but later thought, this is one of those dreams that
Carrot's always having.
This means something. This is important.
I think the dream meant that I don't think I deserve good things. Or it could mean that I ate too many cookies the night before. It's anyone's guess.