Friday, August 21, 2009
Living a life of the mind

So the other day I'm in the car with Sarah, and I say, "Last night I had a dream where Nathan Fillion was teaching my dad how to use the computer."

In order for you to appreciate this, I should mention that I don't usually remember my dreams. Sarah does. She has a vivid dream life. Crazy dreams. Every night.

So I'm thinking that Sarah will be impressed. Not only did I remember this dream, but you have to admit it's reasonably weird. Plus it has Nathan Fillion in it, which shows that my internal casting director is finally getting a decent budget to work with.

So I summarize my dream for Sarah. There isn't much more to it other than the fact that Nathan Fillion was teaching my Dad some of the finer points of computer programming. Except, perhaps, to mention that Fillion was quite gracious about the whole thing, and was willing to come out to our house in order to make things more convenient for my dad.

When I finish, I expect Sarah to say something appreciative. Something like, "Wow," or "Freaky," or "You've really got to get over Firefly."

But instead, without missing a beat, Sarah says, "I had a dream where I was going to marry Nathan Fillion, but I was really nervous because he had a horrible addiction to hobby farming. He was working really hard to overcome it, but I knew he was probably going to relapse pretty soon."

She shrugged. "Still, I was going to help him get through it. I knew I'd stay by his side no matter what. Very loyal of me. I think there were sheep involved."

And the winner is....





She's all mine, boys. Stay away...

pat


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