More Wacky Vicodin-Induced Dreams

I can hardly wait to stop taking Vicodin. (Remember my last dream while I was taking this stuff?) For Pete’s sake, my mastectomy was back on January 21. I missed church this morning to dream about:

1. I was friends with Annabella Sciorra from Law & Order: Criminal Intent. She had just kidnapped a baby but told me she found it in on her doorstep. I was trying to figure out how to turn her in to the police without ruining our friendship.

2. I was driving with my family and an old school mate (that used to tell me to quit bugging him to play baseball with him and the other 8th-grade boys and go home and “bake some cookies” because I was a girl) kept pointing to the sky and telling me he saw a sisal. I told him it was a comet, but he insisted it was a sisal [which incidentally is a real thing: Sisal—otherwise known as Agave sisalana—is an agave that yields a stiff fiber traditionally used in making twine, rope, and dartboards]. The next thing I knew, the comet/sisal/meteor came flying down to earth at 200 miles an hour and looked like a gigantic bagel rolling in front of the car. We tried to chase it down but couldn’t find it.

Maybe I need to go eat breakfast. It is, after all, already after 1:00 and I just woke up dreaming about bagels the size of a small mini-van.

 

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