I think I only remembered the dream I had last night because I decided to wear a kilt today. ….or, maybe I only decided to wear a kilt today because of the dream I had last night. Anyway, before I think about that too long and put my brain into an endless feedback loop, let me tell you about the dream I had. Megan insisted that I tell you about it. She was very adamant.
For reasons unknown, I was sharing a hotel room with Sean Connery. We may have been attending a convention. I had worn my kilt that day, and we were discussing what to wear tomorrow, and Mr. Connery decided he wanted to borrow one of my kilts. Well, that was fine with me. ….but what about the kilt socks? Did I have a clean pair he could wear with the kilt (implying he did not want to wear the same ones I’d already had on all day)? Why yes, in fact, I had packed an extra pair! This seemed to please Mr. Connery.
…and that’s about it. Well, I had another dream last night about starring in a game show in a big warehouse full of giant monsters I had to kill with rocket launchers & shotguns… but the kilt socks dream seemed like the more interesting one to share. Analyze that, if you dare! Mwahahaha!
