It’s just a dream, Laddy

To sleep, perchance to dream. Here’s a dream for my dear readers to help me analyze. Put your Freudian caps on and lets see what it all means.

Last night I had the strangest dream. I was in a tuxedo leaving a church where a wedding had just occurred. I got into this British sports car and there in the driver’s seat was Sean Connery sitting there whom I apparently had just married. It was winter and there was snow on the ground.  Mr Connery couldn’t drive too well in the snow and was fishtailing all over trying to get into traffic and was getting all frustrated. I turned to him and said, why are we married? We’re not even gay. He said something like, I don’t know.

That’s pretty much all I remember. I was pretty sure I was married and pretty sure I didn’t want to be. And I’m pretty sure I don’t want to remember more. Where did that come from? I don’t think I have though about or seen Sean Connery in a long time, though I did hear some Scottish singer witha  thick brogue the other day. I was at a wedding a month ago so maybe something lingering there. I did ride in my friend Rick’s little sports car six weeks ago or so. What does it all mean?

It’s even more perplexing than the time I dreamed I was pregnant. I think I woke up in a cold sweat after that one. That was a long time ago, probably before I knew how biology worked. Just kidding.

So are there any would-be dream analyzers out there?  The winner gets, well, the winner gets diddly because it was just a dream.

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