all those bad dreams
22-Mar-02
I typically have the kinds of dreams that will make you want to curl up into a little ball and whimper. Sometimes, that’s pretty much what I do after I get up. But when you have those dreams a lot, you find ways of dealing with them. One way is to write them out and see how absolutely stupid they sound in words.
Here are the highlights that I can remember:
I was part of the group of kids from Roswell, though I don’t know if I was an alien or a normal human. We were getting caught by some bad government/scientific types. What I remember most, however, is that Brian stood in for Michael (one of the aliens on the show), and had a very very very bad record– worse than the kid on the show.
I also remember (and this is the part that will terrify you) that one of the people working for the Bad Guys was a young Florence Henderson. Who wasn’t wearing underwear when she reached up or bent over or something– all I remember was that she was somewhat bare-asses and, ack, sexy! (shudder) Yes, this was the most frightening part of the dream. Being captured by evil government types didn’t phase us. Being turned on by Florence Henderson’s butt– ack!
I remember there were other details, but none made as much of an impression as that. I think I want some sort of security blanket this morning– I’m really horrified. Not that Florence Henderson isn’t a great lady and a terrific actress. . . . I just don’t want to think of her that way.