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Weirdest. Dream. Ever.
Dec. 18th, 2010 12:22 pmMost dreams, I accept, are weird. In fact I would posit that it's the mundane, humdrum dreams free of singing octopi and flying peppermills that are the weird ones.
Still, my dream last night was crazy and offputting enough to qualify as not just weird, but weirdest.
So I was in Manhattan, when I came across a diapered baby, who was bipedal despite being too young to walk if this werenlt a dream. He was also of variable size, sometimes normal baby-sized and sometimes small enough to fit behind a set of law volumes or squeeze out of a slighly open window..
So the baby had a Magoo-type tendency to get into trouble, walk out into traffic, etc., and so I was constantly rescuing him from peril and trying to reunite him with his parents...
... who turned out to be the Palins. Yes, as in Sarah Palin. Who, seeing that I had a strong bond with young Jack, hired me to be his nanny.
Yes, I became a professional Palinsitter. Wacky hijinks ensued involving Rottweilers, open windows, dirty diapers etc. It was like I wa trapped in some awful direct-to-DVD "family" comedy that might feature Eugene Levy as Uptight Hotel Manager.
Eventually the dream fast-forwarded to years later, when young Jack Palin was the star of Nickleodeon's latest teen sitcom, and he and I were hanging out on set. Which is creepy, since I would be almost 50 by then and all his costars were teenage girls, but I had no concept of that in the dream.
I can only assume that someone spiked my chamomile tea.
Still, my dream last night was crazy and offputting enough to qualify as not just weird, but weirdest.
So I was in Manhattan, when I came across a diapered baby, who was bipedal despite being too young to walk if this werenlt a dream. He was also of variable size, sometimes normal baby-sized and sometimes small enough to fit behind a set of law volumes or squeeze out of a slighly open window..
So the baby had a Magoo-type tendency to get into trouble, walk out into traffic, etc., and so I was constantly rescuing him from peril and trying to reunite him with his parents...
... who turned out to be the Palins. Yes, as in Sarah Palin. Who, seeing that I had a strong bond with young Jack, hired me to be his nanny.
Yes, I became a professional Palinsitter. Wacky hijinks ensued involving Rottweilers, open windows, dirty diapers etc. It was like I wa trapped in some awful direct-to-DVD "family" comedy that might feature Eugene Levy as Uptight Hotel Manager.
Eventually the dream fast-forwarded to years later, when young Jack Palin was the star of Nickleodeon's latest teen sitcom, and he and I were hanging out on set. Which is creepy, since I would be almost 50 by then and all his costars were teenage girls, but I had no concept of that in the dream.
I can only assume that someone spiked my chamomile tea.
