A Peek into the Weirdness that are My Dreams.

You know how dreams rarely make sense?

A few nights ago I had a dream and knew immediately, I had to write it down and save it for posterity.

Ryan Gosling (from young Hercules) was fighting King Kong on a barge in the middle of the Coos Bay. While this was occurring, I was racing through a crowd of mannequins set up on the shoreline, frantically searching for the perfect brown bowler hat among the plethora of random hats atop the mannequins’ heads. While there were many different types of hats on these mannequins, they all wore the same coat because one of the mannequins was Sherlock (of the Bandersnatch Cumberbund varietal). The magic of the perfect Brown Bowler was keeping Sherlock frozen as one of the mannequins and I had to get to him and remove it so that he could save Mr. Gosling (and my home town) from the menace of King Kong.

And then, as with most of my dreams, the ending (the one that I remember anyway) was super random.

Suddenly, Reece Witherspoon, from The Importance of Being Earnest, was handing me a cup of tea in a beautiful English garden and telling me that what set us apart from Mrs. Snootywilkins was that we didn't leave our lesson plans out.