Dreams can be the strangest things. I woke up around 7AM this morning after having a pretty vivid dream that was really quite odd for a variety of reasons. For starters, we went dancing (hey, you guys have met me and my 2 left feet, right?). Aforementioned dancing happened on some elaborate date. I never dated this person. The person was also talking about their husband. Why was I dating someone else's wife and taking her out dancing?
When I first started to jot this down, I started wondering whether my subconscious was trying to tell me to stop screwing around and go back to living my life. That opportunity must be seized and I can't wait for life to pass me by. That there is more to life than work. Then I remembered that I watched The Family Man, last night.
Proof positive that TV rots your brain.
P.S. This isn't about Lisa Loeb or any other Lisa for that matter! I think my date was with Tea Leoni, but now I don't remember.
