| 7:14a |
Had a dream last night where I rescued a cuckoo chick from being drowned on the beach and adopted him as a pet, and his official name became Frodo, but everyone called him Louis van Armstrong. Or at least that's what he started as. The rest of the dream consisted of trying to keep the cat from eating him and getting them both moved to the new home without him being crushed, except at some point he became a weird bird/katydid hybrid, and I had to track him down in the yard and convince him he would be loved in the new home(it was actually a very touching scene). Then he became a she, and the dream ended with her being a katydid named Katy, and jumped out of her box, and I woke up before I could give chase. I had another dream before that, but that one was kind of disturbing.
Saw a Fringe play Wednesday night that mom kept comparing to Private Lives. It had a good script, but could've been acted better. There will be another one tonight. |