I love that dream.
OK, truthfully, I've never had it. That's probably because running around naked in public doesn't crack the top 100 on my list of things I fear. Then again, my most common recurring dream is one where all my teeth fall out. Does that point to some deeply held dental phobia?
Now I'm thinking about running around with no pants and no teeth and wondering if this would be a really excellent concept for a sci-fi movie, and I've totally forgotten the point of this blog post.
Which was supposed to be that even though I don't live in fear of forgetting my pants, I do often jolt awake at midnight thinking, did I forget to blog?
I did. Sort of. It's not the middle of the night – it's actually only 5:20 p.m. – but I'm dashing off to book club for a late night of
There's a filthy joke in there somewhere with that last line, so feel free to make it. Or feel free to share your weirdest recurring dream, particularly if it's about lost pants or missing teeth or maybe a gargoyle who eats a baloney sandwich before donning a purple tutu and winning the Portland Marathon.
Because that would be cool.
This might be the worst post ever.