I dreamt last night that Robin and I were living in France. Every day we would go into this apartment building, lure this guy out onto his rickety balcony by making him think that his dog was out there, then the balcony would collapse and we could dance around his apartment. This happened over and over and over again every day, but we were always afraid it wouldn't work.

After we left his apartment one day, we ran into my Humanities History teacher from high school, the one I run into every single time I go back to visit my high school. He was vacationing with his family and wouldn't stop talking to us.

srah - Monday, 17 November 2003 - 11:37 AM

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gravatar mommy - November 17, 2003 - 12:22 PM -

Why were you luring this man to his balcony every day? And why did it collapse everyday? How did you get into his apartment? I don't know why it is important to me that one of your dreams make sense, but it does.

gravatar Cheryl - November 17, 2003 - 1:24 PM -

That is funny! And I'm laughing, but it's quiet so I'm at the point that I just look crazy.

gravatar Keith - November 17, 2003 - 2:29 PM -

You should have lured the humanities teacher underneath the collapsing balcony... with sexy results!

gravatar srah - November 17, 2003 - 2:48 PM -

Keith, that idea makes me want to throw up with a force beyond all reckoning. Way to go!

gravatar Keith - November 17, 2003 - 2:56 PM -

I claim the vicor's prize!

gravatar Keith - November 17, 2003 - 2:56 PM -

I claim the victor's prize!

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