Tuesday, January 11, 2011

On Monday, 3B got up, walked out to the living room and assumed his usual prone position on the couch.

After coming over to say, "Good morning," and tell him that I love him, I asked if he had any dreams.

"Yes. I dreamed I was Cleopatra."

"What happened in your dream?"

"I was rolled up in a carpet, the ends were folded over like this and then tied shut with a rope. Then I was picked up and carried over someone's shoulder into the palace to meet Julius Caesar."

Dude.

I'm dreaming in the wrong head.

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