Sunday, July 02, 2006

On Being a Snuggle Slut (in my dreams)

Dreamt that Big A changed the house around--that he brought the dining room into the conservatory end of the living room and moved the chaise to the dining room and that he said that from now on that would be my study.

I was alright about it--not thrilled, not upset, not sad. Then one night after work when I’m turning out the lights, the cityscape springs up all lit up outside the windows and I can see Big A's silhouette moving from building to building bringing darkness and screams with him--he’s committing some sort of crime but in a Scarlet Pimpernel kinda way, for a good cause. It's a cause that i strongly believe in also, but I'm worried about his safety and I walk into the bedroom all mopey aaaaaaaaand...

Jon Stewart is in bed (this is the only time I remember ever having dreamt about a celebrity). He asks me if I can’t fall asleep---I shake my head and look at him ruefully, and he says--well, what shall we do about that?

At that point I realize that in the dream I’m awfully preggers--

And JS smiles that sweet, shy smile and puts out his arms and makes me comfortable and snuggles me to sleep in an extremely matter-of-fact way, much as if he were offering me a seat on the subway.

He's a very kind guy, apparently :).

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