March 15, 2004

Morning Conversationalist

Upon waking up Saturday morning I muttered something to my wife about a dream in which I was large and black. Here's the rest of the conversation as I recall it. This is why I don't talk without coffee.

Her: You were a big black person?
Me: The camera adds weight?
Her: Camera?
Me: Yeah. Cameral
Her: Okay.
Me: And it made me black.
Her: What?
Me: The camera made me black. Like Jay Leno.
Her: Jay Leno's white.
Me: Oh, yeah. Like...well...Ben Vereen.
Her: Ben Vereen? You have have the whole world to chose from and you go with Ben Vereen?
Me: Yeah. Ben Vereen. Star of stage and screen. Really fucking talented guy. Hey, I rhymed.
Her: Go back to sleep.

Posted by Chris at March 15, 2004 2:15 PM

LOL! Yea, drink coffee before talking. Wise idea.

Posted by: Cornelia at March 15, 2004 2:20 PM

*falls over* oh my god that was hysterical. it sounds like the types of conversations I have with dan in the middle of the night... lol. never talk when you're not fully awake. it only proves for blackmail material later on. ;)

Posted by: jessica at March 15, 2004 2:59 PM

Oh My. I would hate to see what the interpretation of either the dream OR the post-dream convo would lead to. Oh- and I really like your new "about me" sidebar thingy.

And yes - my technology related vocabulary is limited to "thingy" and "doo-dad", sorry.

Posted by: Zoot at March 15, 2004 2:59 PM

Kick ass rhyming skillz, yo.

Posted by: :: jozjozjoz :: at March 15, 2004 3:54 PM

i can never resist interpretting a dream
when the opportunty arises...

work-related stress has you concerned
about your weight,
and you feel that you are being judged
entirely for your ability to perform,
not for who you really are,
although you are confident
that your performance is excellent...

Posted by: stacy at March 15, 2004 4:54 PM

you scare me.

but never, ever mention having a puppy. ever. it'll haunt you for life. trust me on this.


Posted by: Marie at March 15, 2004 5:02 PM

Marie, if it makes you feel better, I was a boy in my dream, and I gave birth to KITTENS.

Six of them. A boy. I didn't know how to nurse them...that was the stressful part of the dream.

Posted by: Anne at March 15, 2004 9:22 PM

::keels over:: That was hilarious!

Posted by: Maureen at March 16, 2004 10:03 PM