I had two dreams last night and I thought I would post them here so that you can psycho-analyze me, which is probably more effective and certainly less expensive than seeing a professional.
Dream #1: At the Puppeteers. I walked into a puppet maker's shop and the puppeteer told me, "Hey, we just got a new puppet in. It's the Woody Allen puppet." I laughed and said, "I wouldn't want to put my hand in that." One of the customers gave me a dirty look, as if I had said something super offensive (I realized in the dream that it certainly wasn't a polite thing to say). I looked at that customer and said, "C'mon! Woody Allen would think that was funny. Would he not?" Only when I said "would he not" I made it sound also like "Woody Not?" Then I laughed like crazy at my own joke. Then the dream ended.
Dream #2: At the Laundromat. I was on a boat with a bunch of people (I got the feeling I knew them all pretty well) and we were on the way to the laundromat (this laundromat could only be reached by water). As we got closer this guard goat came swimming out toward us, barking like a dog, but our boat's captain shooed it away with gondolier's pole. I was amazed at the barking goat, which came out on shore, shook its fur out and stood next to another goat on the shore (both had four horns). Then the guard at the gate opened the wrought iron gate for our boat and we came into the laundromat property. On the riverbank was an enormous crocodile wearing armor, sunning. Amazed by this, I looked up at the guard, and next to him stood a dinosaur of some sort, also wearing armor. It looked like a velociraptor, but with a smaller head... definitely a predator of some sort. As I looked at it with some alarm I realized it was actually a statue, as was the crocodile. Then I noticed along the bank an enormous number of triceratops statues, some with different pieces broken off, but many of them intact. We walked through the laundromat and then ran out to walk through the statuary. After a while Krista realized that she had left a stack of videotapes in the laundromat that she was really worried about, so we ran up to find them (one was our wedding video). We got there and the videos were fine, but we had forgotten to do our laundry. And that was the end of that dream.
Okay, kids. Share your dreams, deconstruct mine or leave mean comments about how much weirder your dreams are than mine.
