2004-01-04 - 12:47 p.m.
I dreamt last night that I was sent to a dream-chiropractor in a different dimension to get my back fixed. To return me to my own dimension, I ended up having to be locked to a parking meter with these delicate gold locks decorated with pomegranates. Also? I was wearing a clown suit. My housemates had to come find me, but it wasn't too hard, given that the city wasn't exactly full of large women in clown suits locked to parking meters. Interestingly enough, my back did feel a little better when I woke up...
I know lots of people who have celebrity dreams (prize for most unfortunate celebrity dream goes to my friend Jamesy, who once dreamt he was having sex with Alex Trebek), but mine seem to be oddly banal. I dreamt the other night that I ran into Lily Tomlin at a streetcar stop, and she drove my housemates and I part of the way home. I dreamt once that Xander was helping me fold my laundry. Then there was the dream where I was making painful small talk with the Queen... I'm not sure what this says about me.
