Dream State

So I posted the following on a friend's Facebook page this morning. Once it was all written out, I just KNEW I had to share it with you, too. It's just that bizarre. Its a wonder I get anything done with crap like this exploding from my subconscious. Here are some clarifications that make this whole thing even more weird, (weirder?) because I know you're looking for the reasons.

1. The person (Jim) I had the dream about is a friend from college. A good friend, but not a confidante. So, no one with whom I share conspiratorial ties, woken up (is that grammatically correct?) next to in jail, none of that. Just a friend. I haven't physically seen him for almost two years.
   
2. Britta is another friend from college. We've only become close in the last few years. The two of us "pranked" Jim's FB page in August when we happened to be together. We were staying at a friend's house in Dallas. We were up late. Giggly. Had a few drinks in our systems, but not many to warrant a prank attack. Just decided to post over 75 comments on Jim's wall. Hilarity ensued. At least for us.
   

I had the craziest dream last night. Just thought I'd share. Bet you NEVER thought you'd see THAT on your FB page.

Ok, so.......

I was on a cruise ship, and I kept telling people who I didn't even know that I didn't particularly like to cruise but I was here to see the on-board entertainment which just happened to be Britta.

No, but get this....the dream took a random and twisted turn (like it hadn't already) because YOU appeared with a casserole, while I was toting a pistol in one hand and a leatherman in the other, saying we needed to head to the life boats. We apparently needed to get a move on because we were expected at a security bunker in a secret location to provide classified information. You were worried your casserole would get cold.

(But we had to get to said location by cruise ship first?? And we had to use a life boat because those are speedy modes of transport?? :o/)

(No, I don't know what kind of casserole it was, but I vaguely remember mention of Hatch green chilies so I'm positive it was spectacular.)

(I know I don't own a gun, but I was packing heat in my dream.)

(I think using Britta was my cover story.)

So many questions, I know.

And yes, I booked my first appointment with a therapist.

And then I canceled it because I figured it was some voodoo you practiced as punishment to me for pranking your FB page back in August.

I'm looking for an agent now. I'm thinking book deal. Then movie franchise.

I think karma was playing a prank on me. She's sneaky, that Karma.