say cheese

An email sent to Boyfriend right after an exciting dream I had in September, with additional commentary in brackets:

You went on a business trip and accidentally booked your return flight for the year 8686. [He also apparently decided not to change the return flight, essentially making it a permanent departure.] In your goodbye letter, you said that you thought "we're pretty much the same, like I'm one kind of cheese, and you're another kind of cheese that tastes completely different." [Least romantic goodbye letter ever.]

And MG made a hilarious short animated film (she wrote it and did all the animation herself) about Enterprise [Google Apps for businesses, not sure how that can be the basis for a hilarious animated short], in which one of the punchlines was a little girl wanted to play pretend with her grandfather and she said "I'll be Docs, and you be boring." B played the piano, flute, violin, and viola on the soundtrack (written by MG) and G sang.

And J visited and left me a sticker that looked like a burger.

amazing

A while back, Boyfriend got up before I did, and woke me up, interrupting a dream, apparently, because I then complained:

"Why did you wake me up? I was having such an amazing dream about a giant ball of duct tape!"

Does sound amazing, doesn't it?

faster

This morning:

Me: [BOYFRIEND]!!!
Boyfriend: What?
[long pause]
Me: The gas cap is only for when you're going really fast!

Figured out that this was related to an odd dream in which we had rented a van in Austria and got pulled over by the police. I was trying to understand what the policeman was saying to me about the gas cap in rapid German, and trying to get Boyfriend to pay attention and stop shopping for shoes.

dreamy

I wish I could remember more of my dreams (and that I could figure out what they meant). A couple of weeks ago, Boyfriend told me about a dream I recounted for him upon waking.

In this dream, I would sometimes randomly and unexpectedly turn into a camel. I had no control over this werecamel-like transformation. I was also popular enough that I was often invited to parties, but so embarrassed by my camel alter ego that I was forced to decline all of these party invitations, to avoid awkward camel moments.