My most disturbing dreams have nothing to do with the paranormal or being impaled or having snipers targeting me in my bed (though those dreams are plenty distressing, believe me). The most panic-inducing involve my son. Thankfully I don’t often remember them but a recent one was a doozy. In it we were at a busy park next to a river. We became separated. I thought I saw him board a tour boat and pushed my way through the crowd, in what felt like slo-mo, to reach him. But suddenly I wound up on the boat just as it pulled away. Looking back to the shore I spotted him wandering off through the park. Then I woke up. It may sound benign enough, but I still feel ill thinking about it. I wouldn’t mind some more uneventful dreams. Like the ones a friend apparently has about me. He sent me this: “I had a dream you sorted my socks last night.” He really is dreaming. I don’t even sort my own socks.
Bonus: So a ghost, a werewolf and a vampire walk into a bar…well, maybe they do. They are roommates and all. The BB3 dramedy Being Human sounds like it would be right up my alley.
Plus: An insane animated Scrabble ad.
And: So my son was asking me how he could make some money, aside from selling lemonade. When I suggested he sell some of his art instead he gasped, completely taken aback, protesting “but my drawings mean everything to me.” Wow. Maybe I ought to have more of them tattooed on my body.