It’s been a while since I saw an advertisement that had the double-edge of being this clever AND this funny (it’s for a sleeping pill medication, caption “Your dreams miss you”). It took me several beats to get it, but then it made sense and I actually laughed out loud. (Ignore the weird page break, I had to fold it to fit on my scanner). Dreams about jumping rope with Abraham Lincoln and a
badger beaver. That is SO right up my twisted alley. Perhaps because it reminded me of my INSANE & VIVID somniferous meanderings:
So, last night I dreamt that Chris Isaak was dying in my arms. This was immediately after Dwight Schrute (from The Office) injected him with a nerve agent. Which was, in retrospect, perhaps a jealous reaction from Dwight that I was canoodling a bit with Isaak. I woke up, pulse racing, and laid there in the early morning light for several minutes just processing my dream and thinking of how I could have saved Chris (Epi-pen! Mouth-to-mouth!) as if were all very, very real.
What in the WORLD does that mean?!
Perhaps that I should stop dropping acid before bed. Just kidding. With dreams like that, who needs an interesting reality?
“I Don’t Sleep, I Dream” – R.E.M.
(one of my favorite R.E.M. songs from one of my favorite R.E.M. albums)