Brain Floss

I had a dream last night that I was shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue with Ben Affleck. And judging by the way we were acting, we were "a couple". Perhaps, like the Gwyneth dream, I'm astral projecting into Jennifer Garner and seeing how her half lives, but I wasn't knocked up and I looked like myself so there's a huge couple of differences.

He was trying things on and when he felt he looked spiffy, we'd do swing dancing flips. There was some horrible storm and we had to hide out in Saks and the power went out. After it was all clear, we had to run to the giant SUV in the pouring rain laughing and having a gay old time. And Matt Damon was there.

I was afraid to tell anyone so I'm blog purging.

I also had a dream that I went to the Chase Park Plaza and had a meeting about the Regional Emmys with two old ladies, my mom, and some creepy guy in a mask dressed like someone from Carnivale in Venice. Although it was summer and we were seated at a table outside, oddly next to the valet station, and I was wearing a suit, I was wrapped in a quilt and freezing.

Maybe it was the Vietnamese food, but please Morpheus, no more Affleck and masked weirdos.