A brief lapse in reality
"I had a weird dream last night."
"All your dreams are weird. All you need to say is, 'I had a dream last night," and I'll know it was weird."
That's not quite true. I only tell my hubby my weird dreams. The others are too boring to share. A complete snooze, if you will. I certainly slept through them.
Last night I dreamt I read a brief. It was long and upsetting and I felt the writer had gotten so many points wrong. I was driven to action. I tracked down the author and confronted him, waving the brief in my hand. Only it was not a paper brief, it had become a pair of briefs - as in tighty whities. But there was nothing tighty or whitey about this pair. The brief was written on a pair of taupe-colored silk women's underwear. And it wasn't underwear today's woman would wear; the brief was much too long to be written on a scrap of fabric. Nope. These were a pair of old-fashioned bloomers, roomy enough to hold all of the ridiculous words. In short, my beef was about a brief written on a pair of not-so-brief briefs.
Yes, I had a weird dream last night.
Don't bother trying to understand the meaning of it either. To paraphrase Freud, sometimes a pair of briefs is just a pair of briefs.
"All your dreams are weird. All you need to say is, 'I had a dream last night," and I'll know it was weird."
That's not quite true. I only tell my hubby my weird dreams. The others are too boring to share. A complete snooze, if you will. I certainly slept through them.
Last night I dreamt I read a brief. It was long and upsetting and I felt the writer had gotten so many points wrong. I was driven to action. I tracked down the author and confronted him, waving the brief in my hand. Only it was not a paper brief, it had become a pair of briefs - as in tighty whities. But there was nothing tighty or whitey about this pair. The brief was written on a pair of taupe-colored silk women's underwear. And it wasn't underwear today's woman would wear; the brief was much too long to be written on a scrap of fabric. Nope. These were a pair of old-fashioned bloomers, roomy enough to hold all of the ridiculous words. In short, my beef was about a brief written on a pair of not-so-brief briefs.
Yes, I had a weird dream last night.
Don't bother trying to understand the meaning of it either. To paraphrase Freud, sometimes a pair of briefs is just a pair of briefs.
posted by bemused at 7:14 AM
3 Comments:
Uh, that' weird!
I still say they are all weird, but that's one of the weirder.
Hubby
Lelo, yep, it's weird. I admit it.
Hey, hubby snuck in... ;-) Okay, just to prove you wrong, I'm going to try to remember my dull dreams and bore you with them.
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