It’s gotta be after midnight. What a day! I think I’ll have some of that flowering tea before I head off to bed. It should be soothing enough that I don’t have any crazy dreams from it. Hmmmm, maybe I’ll have wine instead. I’ve got to stop smoking. My lungs can’t take much more of this. I can’t believe I posted that pic on OS of when my hair looked like Ian Anderson’s. My gawd! 

I need a vacation. Travel, yes! Mexico, maybe? Thankfully I updated my passport last year. Why, oh why, did I paint this bedroom green?  Click goes the light, and I don’t have to see it. Voila! Bonne nuit!

What is that coming at me in the ethereal? I feel as though my bed is levitating and lifting me into the clouds. ::THUD:: Wow, that was a Freaky moment. Where am I? And who’s that bitch wearing my red shoes? Uh! It’s Frida Kahlo! Who the hell is she dancing with? La Cucaracha! La Cucaracha!

And what are they eating? They’re dropping seeds all over the place! Ah! Hugh Jackman? My son always told me I needed an Australian! Oh, Hugh, I love it when you take me in your arms. I’ll go waltzing with you any day of the week. La, la, down by the billabong… You’ve got moves! What a wild rover you are!

What’s that? Who is interrupting my dream? Someone is calling me? Damn! What do you want? Stop throwing those dang seeds at me! Dinner? Yes, you’ll get your dinner!

MAWB: Can I get a little help with these groceries?

MrM: Sure. Say, are we married? I need to know so I can remember if I forgot our anniversary.

MAWB: Our anniversary? How could you forget? Pfft, just like a man!

Mr.M: Sorry, I’ve been way distracted with reading and commenting in a closed hair salon.  Some much going on in my brain…  What are we talking about again? Oh yes… our marriage.

MAWB:  Dude… You gotta be kiddin’ me! You don’t remember the wedding? What about the wedding night?

MrM: I’ve got vague recollections of Jello, a weird shaped bathtub and other memories that seem to be censoring themselves at the moment…. Help me!

MAWB:  It was a dark and stormy night…. Thunder, lightening and strange music was playing in the background.  Don’t you remember the drumming?

MrM: Are you referring to the headboard banging against the wall in 4/4 time?

MAWB: I’m shocked… no appalled, that you don’t remember.  Think harder: open your mind to the realm of possibilities. 

MrM:  Okay… okay… just let me put away my platypus dictionary. So, we’re still talking about our marriage right?

MAWB: Yeeeeeeesssss…! Do you even remember our children’s names?

MrM:  Seriously, so many names are in my head right now. Can you give me a hint?

MAWB:  How many children do you have for God’s sake?

MrM: Just give me a hint to jiggle my memory.

MAWB:  Jiggle? You always have one thing on your mind don’t you!

MrM:  I’m craving lime Jello.

MAWB:  Get your head out of the Jello! Pay attention!  Stop ignoring the obvious. 

MrM: Okay, fine, but back to our marriage… you never finished explaining exactly when it was we were married.  I know you how get when I forget things—our anniversary?

MAWB:  I’m not giving you any hints.  You’re on your own with this one, Bucko!

MrM: Oh, where’d you get the cool red Fever shoes?

MAWB:  There you go again, never on topic! Forget the shoes and bring your mind to the present.

MrM:  I’m sensing a wee bit of hostility.

MAWB: Oh, really?  Moi?

MrM: There you go with those other languages again!

MAWB: Imbécile! Idiota! Estúpido!

MrM:  Is that a new flavor of Jello?

MAWB: Oy!

MrM: You know I love you… or I think I do. Salma can you help me out here?

MAWB: Trust me, you do! Feelings mutual by the way. And what’s Alabama got to do with this?

MrM: You tell me.

MAWB: This is your dream. Have you been hitting the bong again?

MrM: I am craving lime Jello.

MAWB:  Huh?  Forget it, here, put this TP in the closet.

MrM: Hey! No need to throw things. Wait a second… TePee… yes… A vague recollection comes to mind.

MAWB: And?

MrM: Does Oprah know about us?

MAWB: Are you seriously this hopeless?  Dude, climb down from the pyramids.

MrM: Are you euphemisming sex?

MAWB: That’s not a word.

MrM: Sex?

MAWB: That too.

MrM: Oh, wait a minute. Hold on! I’m getting something here.

MAWB: A message from outer space, perhaps?

MrM: Shhh… this Apache lady is talking to me, hold on.

MAWB:  Is she the same woman that interpreted my dream?

MrM: I don’t know, I wasn’t there…

MAWB: I think you were... you need only pay closer attention. What is she telling you?

MrM:  Oh, my God, I can’t believe it.

MAWB:  Believe it, Dude!

MrM:  This is like a peyote vision in HD.

MAWB: And what is your vision telling you?

MrM: I don’t like lime Jello.

MAWB: I’m so outta here.

Wow, what a trippy dream! Like a whole other life right before my eyes. What was the message this time?  Anniversaries and Tepees?  All that music playing in my head, too. What the hell are these seeds doing in my bed?  Geesh, I shudda never painted this bedroom green.

 Mr Mustard??