Oh, Brain, You Are So Weird
Last night I had a dream that my former boyfriend, Ashton Kutcher (not really my former boyfriend and not even someone I ever think about), and I had to take a group of daycare children to an ice rink. Unfortunately, we had no idea where we were going and the herd of us were just wandering around the streets of Toronto. I, however, couldn't care less as all I wanted to do was WIN! ASHTON! BACK! and spent the entire dragged-out time flirting with him.
We finally find the ice rink and rather than help get the skates on the kids, I decide, ever so dramatically, to show Ashton exactly how I feel: by performing a heartfelt solo figure skating routine to this long forgotten song of all things:
Ugh. How tragically Canadian ... ice rinks and Luba. My subconscious might as well have also thrown Mr. Dressup and portaging a canoe in there for good measure.
Anyway, my dream got a little foggy after that - all I know is that my woo'ing of the Kutcher was not successful, and if anything, made things more awkward. Thanks, brain, for finally throwing a dash of reality into the mix.
Why.
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Wow-that's some dream. I do appreciate the tragic Canadianess of it. Luba-whatever happened to her? Perhaps she's working on starting up a "washed-up Canadian girl pop singers" group with Alannah Myles, Lee Aaron, etc. Now who's dreaming? ;)
I don't know what to say...
I really didn't MEAN to drop you on your head when you were a baby! I thought you got better.
Dreams really are so very weird. Where do they come from? How does our brain make such crazy connections? I only wish I could remember mine better than I do because they can be pretty entertaining.
Once again, sorry about dropping you on the old noggin.
There really is no explanation (or blame). Strange.
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