Uh.

[kari]

There must be some sort of weird physiological reason for this. So, I get home, I'm knackered, and I thought "I'm going t'bed." Mistake. I know **** well that whenever I sleep during the day, I always wake up feeling really hung over. Why? I sleep at night and don't generally wake up with a hangover.

And I had this really weird dream as well that Dolly Parton came into the shop in her bright red high heels and I think she ordered a copy of the new Harry Potter, and I had to ask her for her name for the order book?!!?! And then she said something and I replied "I DON'T WANT A SLICE OF REALITY ... I PREFER CHOCOLATE CAKE!!!!!"

I suppose that could have something to do with the pizza at lunchtime. Stop laughing at me it's not nice. I consider Dolly Parton to be a perfectly good waste of a perfectly good dream.

[noflyingfan]

Kari, I think this is terribly funny because I had a dream last night that you came to the Chicago Flightfest (which was, inexplicably, held in my parents' basement, and they don't even live in Illinois). You were wearing overalls, again, which you did the other time you were in a dream I had, and you had a blonde 80s perm, but short. I don't know why you always look so "Come On Eileen" in my dreams.

[Rebecca]

Weirdly enough, I dreamed last night that Jeff, Andrea and all their kids lived in a big, rambling house on a beach (maybe California, I couldn't tell), and for some reason I showed up there and they said I had arrived at the wrong time for the Flight Fest. Jeff had some sort of business he was running there, I think motorcycle sales or something.

:shocked: Dolly Parton is KNOWN in the U.K.? That's a little embarassing for some reason. I would think she would offend British sensibilities.

[aerobat]

Well, continuing in the vein of coincidental weirdness, I had a dream last night in which I was in Chicago at some sort of convention--vague at first except for rushing around in my hotel room to get unpacked and then get dressed with all sorts of people standing around. Then, as it turned out, it was a convention of rock climbers, and I was puzzled as to why I was there. :rolleyes::confused:

"I DON'T WANT A SLICE OF REALITY ... I PREFER CHOCOLATE CAKE!!!!!"
I can well imagine Dolly Parton saying this. It's a brilliant line, Kari; perhaps you can market yourself as a one-liner writer for celebs. :lol::thumbsup:

[kari]

Hey, the chocolate cake was my line. It was my reply to something (I can't possibly imagine what) that she said to me. And it sort of echoed. CAKE-cake-cake-cake.

Of course Dolly Parton is known in the UK. There's nothing wrong with Dolly Parton.

Erika, I have no idea why I keep turning up in overalls.

[noflyingfan]

I'm going to start using that cake line, I think. That's a good one.

I don't get the thing with the overalls either. The only person I know who wears them currently is my mother-in-law. And believe me, there's no comparison there, except she's kind of short and you say you are too.

[kari]

I'm 5'4 and a bit, which I don't consider especially short. :)

[tabbygirl]

Kind of...

I woke up in panic yesterday because I dreamt I pulled out of my driveway and started down the street and there was a 15-foot alligator in the intersection. Mind you, I live near Seattle. And I've never given any thought to how scary an alligator would be in real life. But in my dream I was freaking - "What if a kid or a dog comes by?? What can I do?"

The only explanation I can think of is, in real life there is a constantly barking Pomeranian who lives at that intersection. I am really peeved with its humans becuase it barks from being ignored. But I hope that I do NOT have a subconscious wish for it to be eaten by a 'gator. Because I like animals. Really.

(PS, am dying over thinking of Kari being a "Come On, Eileen" person. Too ry ay.

[noflyingfan]

I think I'm just thinking of "Come On Eileen" because I saw something on VH1 last week about the best 100 songs of the 80s and that was one of them.

I had a dream last night that my mom was selling her dogs, which she would NEVER EVER DO, but even worse, she was selling them because since she had bought them, they had somehow tripled in value and she wanted the big fat payout. Plus they had terminal cancer and she figured if she didn't tell the buyer, she'd make out like a bandit. I felt so bad for the dogs, and the buyer actually. It's strange, because my mother isn't a particularly money-hungry or sneaky person, so where that dream came from I don't know.

[tabbygirl]

I know dreams aren't meant to be taken literally - sometimes it's very hard to figure out what our brains are trying to tell us!

[noflyingfan]

Well, the other night I had a dream that I was a housewife, and Matt and I had a really awesome, nice house. I know exactly what that dream was about!

[tabbygirl]

I like "awesome house" dreams. I used to have a recurring dream that was like I had found my perfect little town and house. It seemed so real.