Good Morning…<\/p>\n
I need help. No, not that kind of help. I’m nowhere near as insane as I pretend to be…well, maybe…if you count that incident in…oh, never mind. I promised the other parties involved I wouldn’t talk about that outside of therapy. But, anyway…<\/p>\n
What I need help with is dream interpretation. Now, normally I am pretty good at that sort of thing. I can tag the easy as well as the obscure. And, in this particular incident I am certain I could massage some standard interpretation to fit the events, however the bizarre info dump my subconscious let loose on me last night was so odd that I am not entirely sure it even has an explanation. So, here it is:<\/p>\n
I’m at the local airport. Not unusual, because I spend so damn much time there anyway that it seems like my home away from home. Never mind the fact that what I know to be my local STL airport (Lambert, Intl) looks for all the world (in my dream) like the airport in Columbus, OH. (Yeah, I’ve been through that one several times, which probably explains that.)<\/p>\n
Anyway, here I am walking through the airport when suddenly I run into William H. Macy<\/a> and Felicity Huffman<\/a>. Now, I don’t suppose this is unusual in and of itself, because as I recall they are married to one another. But then, that may have changed, I don’t know. I’m not one for keeping up on the break ups and hook ups in “Hollerwood.”<\/p>\n Of course, it wouldn’t be much of a bizarre dream if that’s all there was to it, correct? Correct. So, Huffman<\/a> and Macy<\/a> aren’t just standing there, or strolling along running into dreaming folks. No. In point of fact, they are in front of a newsstand taking turns jumping on an oversized, bizarrely constructed, stagger-pedaled pogo stick. (sorry if that makes no sense, but it was the only way I could think of to explain it. Suffice it to say, it was one weird looking pogo stick)…<\/p>\n Now, if that’s not enough, Macy<\/a> sees me and motions me over, then completely ignores\u00a0Huffman<\/a>, leaving her\u00a0to bounce around the concourse of the terminal on this pogo-contraption. Suddenly I find that we are sitting in easy chairs near the entrance to the restroom, while\u00a0Huffman<\/a> continues to gleefully bounce around the concourse, giggling like a little schoolgirl.\u00a0At this point Macy<\/a> and I have said nothing to one another, but now he turns to me and asks me what kind of books I write. I tell him. He gives it a moment of thought and then asks me if I have read his blog. (Hell, I didn’t know he had one)…I tell him no. He then asks me if I<\/strong> have a blog. I say yes. (Now, remember, Huffman<\/a> is still wreaking havoc with the pogo stick in the background of all of this, but TSA and Airport Security don’t seem to care. They are far more concerned that my wife is a potential terrorist and are searching her luggage. NOTE: Prior to this point in the dream I had no idea my wife was even there.)…So, anyway, Macy<\/a> gets up to leave without a word, stops, turns and comes back, sits down, and then asks me if my “blog is really intense?”…<\/p>\n Then, I woke up and the coffee wasn’t ready yet.<\/p>\n Needless to say, I am confused. Everything seems to be\u00a0functioning properly and I do know who the president is (unfortunately), and the day of the week, etc, so I don’t think I had a stroke in my sleep or anything.<\/p>\n Still, this one has me scratching my head.<\/p>\n MR<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A recounting of a bizarre and not quite right dream… or was it a nightmare?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[76,5,3,77],"tags":[438,180,1014,4354,251,1379,8110,8119,801,297,530,4150,4158,252,8104,1037,214,4353,119,8172,1015,855,8102,1590,969,170,556,4352,86,4156,8112,833,1016,452,872,911,56,8100],"class_list":["post-265","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-humor-life","category-life","category-movies-tv-celebrities","category-silliness","tag-ac","tag-air-travel","tag-airport","tag-airport-security","tag-art","tag-blog","tag-blogging","tag-books","tag-car","tag-change","tag-coffee","tag-course","tag-dream","tag-dreams","tag-ek","tag-event","tag-felicity","tag-felicity-huffman","tag-fun","tag-hair","tag-lambert","tag-last-night","tag-m-r-sellars","tag-married","tag-ne","tag-news","tag-nsa","tag-oh","tag-president","tag-right","tag-silliness","tag-stagger","tag-stl","tag-time","tag-tsa","tag-walk","tag-wife","tag-writing"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/265","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=265"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/265\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=265"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=265"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=265"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}