Monday, November 03, 2014
I woke up in bed last night with a panic attack. I had just had this totally freaky dream.
Tillerwoman wondered what the hell was going on.
I dreamed I was employed as resident blogger at this amazing sailing center on a beautiful Caribbean island… and I was also the cook. It was like Minorca Sailing - only better - and not over 3,000 miles away.
Tillerwoman laughed at the idea that I could cook anything.
And there was this little sailing instructor who used the B-word a lot and would always be saying things like, "Yay B-word Musto Skiff!" and "Yay B-word Sea Sail today!"
Tillerwoman tried to calm me down.
But I couldn't stop talking about my dream… "And I had this 27-inch iMac with Retina 5K display and a WordPress blog and I wore an orange hat..."
Tillerwoman wasn't impressed.
But I kept going. "I haven't told you the best stuff yet… I was paid a gazillion dollars to be the resident blogger at this place and I had millions of readers and I just killed it…"
"And I lived with this tall beautiful blonde sailing instructor…"
Tillerwoman totally lost it. "Keep dreaming pal."
It was the darndest thing.