Do you wake up with a bizarre dream rumbling around in your head? Is the first thing you want to do is to share it with someone and ruminate over it?
I'll go first -- my nap today held a rather oddball story in store for me:
First off, I'm Molly Ringwald, and Mother is Shirley MacLaine. We are swimming at her oceanside house underneath a mighty storm cloud. The water is so cold that my eyeballs freeze, and I can no longer see. I insist on going to the hospital, but Mother disregards the necessity. Instead she leads me and our dog, who has become my seeing eye dog, to a swanky apartment in NYC. The hospital is around the corner, but I cannot see it. My eyeballs begin to thaw. Just as I begin to see a bit, Mother disappears; and, mob thugs appear. They are in search of something that Mother has stashed in the apartment. I hide from the thugs behind my little girl clothes in a side room where Mother has stored everything from my childhood. The thugs discover the room and ransack it, finding microfilm and tapes from conversations Mother had with various mobsters in my old art class mugs and ceramics. The mobsters gather at the apartment and throw a glitzy party during which time my eyeballs completely thaw. Next thing I know, the mobsters are arrested, and Mother reappears. We stretch out in lawn chairs by the ocean while she explains to me that she was a secret agent for the FBI.
magnolia -- please excuse typos, i'm typing without my glasses, and my cat keeps crawling over me and the computer.