I just need a little therapy...at least that's what they say to me...
OK, no joke. I think I need to see a therapist.
So, this weekend, I dreamt this:
I'm at this house party with lots of people I don't know. I'm standing in line behind about 6 people at a folding table. Behind the table is Patrick Swayze (the Dirty Dancing Patrick, not the Roadhouse Patrick) signing autographs. He seems to know me, and I smile and wave. Then, all of a sudden, I step out of line to let people go in front of me. Somehow, I now have a laptop and I am doing something on it while Patrick is schmoozing the old biddies in line (for some reason they are all 40+ women). I'm chatting up the people in line and smiling and giggling with good ol Pat. The folding table is in a really big bedroom with a hardwood floor that slants downward. Some lady in line asks me if it is the same place that I filmed the movie I made. I reply that is is not, but that the room is a replica. I show her the tape spot on the floor where I stood when directing. Then, the line is finished and I'm the only one left. Patrick S and I move to the bed and start getting it on. Then, my mom comes into the room. Only it's not my mom, it is this lady who works at Stop & Shop who takes her dog to the same puppy agility as my dog. But, in the dream, she is my mother. And yes, she is wearing her green Stop & Shop shirt. She gets mad at me for doing, uh, well, Patrick, and starts yelling. About this time, I turn around and realize that Patrick Swayze is turning into a werewolf. His eyes bug out and turn yellow and he starts to grow hair. I ignore my "mom" and run into the other room to find Patrick Swayze's Dad to ask him what to do. Patrick Swayze's Dad is Johnny Carson, who is less than helpful. I return to the giant bedroom/sound stage to discover Patrick has disappeared out the side screen door. I start to cry. Stacy Jones enters from the same screen door and starts yelling at me that I didn't put the parking brake on in the car. I cry harder. He apparently feels bad and gives me a chocolate milkshake. I wake up.
Um, yeah. What the hell is wrong with me? Thoughts?