Jun 072010
I was dreaming the other night we’re at the beach and I had misplaced my glasses. For some reason I was using prescription sunglasses instead of contacts. And so I’m just looking around for the glasses. Which is kind of hard when your eyes are as bad as mind.
Then Catherine says – “Hey, those girls over there are topless.”
And I look over.
And I can’t see anything!
You’d figure, since this was a dream and all, that my vision would some how be miraculously restored and then it’d lead to some hi-jinx. But no.
I’m getting old and my brain is getting lazy. It no longer wants to render my dreams completely but is writing in cheesy plot twists (Cris can’t find his glasses!) to avoid having to build out extensive sets (and body parts).
Sigh.