I had a dream last night that I was on a long plane ride across Russia. On the plane was a real disaster movie cross section of people – athletes, convicts, nuns etc. At one point we had to land unexpectedly because of a problem on the plane. The airline put us up in a hotel overnight and paid for everyone to have massages. Then when the plane took off the next day, we began to have problems again and it looked like we were going to crash. I thought to myself, “I really don’t want to die, because then I’ll never get another massage.”
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I think I might have been the athlete on the flight. I’ve had so many dreams of being on a low flying plane headed for disaster. The dream would be much less disturbing if I could just tap into the free massages part of my subconscious.
Off topic, but Adam: How are you doin’ after the big Tamayra upset on Idol tonight? That was wrong – so very wrong.
Why am I reminded of Inspector Clousseau (sp?) from the Pink Panther movies at a hotel concierge, picking up his “massages”?
Clouseau: Does your dog bite?
Desk Clerk: No.
Clouseau leans down to pet the dog, and is viciously attacked.
Clouseau: I thought you said your dog did not bite.
Desk Clerk [haughtily]: That is not my dog.