The other night, I dreamed that I was visiting Moscow, and I went to Ward Prayer at the Institute there (which was, of course, not actually like the Institute there), and the meeting was conducted by bishop Dick Van Dyke. A musical number was offered by a small ward choir furtively singing a hymn medley in Klingon. It might've been quite beautiful, awkwardness of the language aside, had I not been so bemused.
...what the @#$% did I eat or watch before bed?
I never did write about the dream where I was staying at a luxurious resort with a fellow UI jazz choir member (who also happens to be the ex-boyfriend of a friend I'd seen on Facebook just a couple of days prior) and Keira Knightly (I need no excuses for having her in a dream), and there was a big pirate ship docked at the veranda that we frolicked on, climbing up and rolling down the rope nets into the water over and over, and swimming with the sharks and manta rays in the clear, blue water. That was a fun one. Will someone go do that with me for real? I mean, you'll have to pay my way, of course, and we'll need to find a pirate ship...
4 comments:
That sounds like so much FUN! Of course, I'd need someone to pay my way too now that I think of it. Too bad that silly book character "Dirk Pitt doesn't really exist, as I'm sure he'd pay, swim AND frolick with us... So that's it; we need sponsored frolicking. Get on that, will you?
I am just glad I am not the only one who has dreams about Moscow.
No-bake cookies. You had to have had no-bake cookies. That does it for us if we eat them late enough at night. The strangest dreams come about...
I like the idea except for the part about the sharks. I'm not a big fan, although I acknowledge that they are impressively powerful and all that. If you insist on keeping the sharks in the dream, I'll still join you, but only on the condition that I be given a spear gun and plenty of ammunition.
Jim (Autumn's dad.)
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