OK, I swear I have always had the weirdest dreams. Really really weird dreams. I can't remember every time I dream or even all the parts of the dreams. But the parts that I can even partially remember are really weird stuff. Really weird and crazy stuff.
But this latest dream is the really oddest one. For one, it involved the CNN silver fox himself, Anderson Cooper. Anderson Cooper and I were having high tea at the Plaza. I was me but sort of in character. I was Eloise, the girl who lives at the Plaza? There I was dressed as Eloise, down to the red bow in my hair. And Anderson Cooper was dressed as one of the flying monkies from The Wizard of Oz. Did I mention we were married? Or maybe we were engaged? Well whatever, we were together romantically.
And I think we were having a fight. Or talking and I wasn't happy. Because it seems, Anderson Cooper was refusing to show me his tail. And I don't mean "tail" as in sexual organ but his actual tail. I guess he was wearing that flying monkey suit for a reason.
I think this dream beats out my dream of Kevin Spacey chasing me around the Exploratorium with a corndog while he was screaming "But you love mustard". You know, I am beginning to re-think that whole "non-sexual" thing about Anderson Cooper's tail. Maybe my dreams have a sexual thing to them? A really weird sexual connection. Huh. Maybe I have to re-read Freud or something.
I really, really worry about my mental health. Anyone else?
By Rainey
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