Have you ever had a dream that seems so real you can't let it go? This happens to me often. I'll wake up annoyed at my neighbor for painting my front door with chocolate pudding, or unable to look my boss in the eye after our unexpected fling in the Gobi desert, or thrilled that my dad has given me a woolly mammoth for my birthday...and it will take me hours to get over the fact that none of these things has actually happened. Well, last night I had one of those dreams, and let's just say...Megan Crane, that guy was no good for you anyway.
I should make it clear that I don't know Megan all that well. We are e-mail friends who have met each other in person a grand total of once, at a party thrown by our publisher a year or so ago. Megan lives on the West Coast, I live in New York. I guarantee that when she sees this post, and her photo on it, she'll be flummoxed. I am quite certain I don't appear in her dreams.
But for whatever reason, Megan was the surprise guest last night in mine. In it, I was attending a reunion weekend with my real-life college sorority sisters. (There were about 20 of us there, including my friend Muffy, who was eating this crazy jelly-and-banana sandwich, but that's beside the point.) Anyway, we're all packing up, getting ready to go back home, when Megan drives up in a cute convertible, all downtrodden, wearing a sorry pink bathrobe, with wet hair. It turns out some no-good guy she's been dating has been treating her badly, they've had a huge fight, and she thinks he's going to break up with her.
OK, Megan? Any clues here?
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I was dreaming about food as well, but it was a vanilla bundt cake. I don't know why you associate me with food:0
And then my mother showed up and berated Megan for going out with a wet head....
I dream of Gerard Butler, myself. You're on your own!
Yes, the wet head thing really stuck in my mind. That's what I woke up thinking: Why didn't Megan blow-dry before getting into that convertible? Why, Megan, why?
Very funny. I often have those dreams and like you can't get over them.
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