Last night Ken Cannon and I finally got around to watching ZERO DARK THIRTY, which has been sitting on the counter top for months now. Anyway, it obviously inspired my dream last night wherein I was chasing Osama Bin Laden.
However, I had a certain complication set in, which was that I couldn't find my shoes. AND HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO CATCH BIN LADEN WITHOUT MY OSAMA-BIN-LADEN-CATCHING SHOES ON? So I was tearing through my room, throwing towels and clothes and newspapers around looking for my shoes. Which I did, in fact, find under the dog's bed. But then I couldn't find my socks. So I finally decided I would wear a pair of my kids' socks, but my kids kept grabbing them away from. It's like for the first time in their lives they wanted to actually wear socks. And I was all DON'T YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND? I HAVE TO CATCH OSAMA BIN LADEN!
What I think is interesting about this is that even when I'm dreaming on an epic scale, i.e. the Free World is counting on me to catch Terroristo Numero Uno, I am still having my grubby little dreams wherein I'm dropping toast butter-side down on the kitchen floor or tripping in sprinkler holes at Farrer Junior High School or hearing sales clerks laugh at me behind the curtain when I try on swimming suits.
P.S. I also dreamed last night that my friends had a New Year's Eve party and didn't invite me. I KNOW!