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Had a lulu of a dream last night. S. and I were picnicking on a hillside when suddenly a massive spaceship came over the ridge and everyone started to flee. S. and I were trying to figure out what to do when we noticed the guy next to us, clad in khakis and a checked shirt, was still calmly chewing his sandwich. I said to S. "He must be one of them!" and we took off running. There were khaki-clad aliens everywhere - they all looked exactly alike and were grabbing people off the streets, etc.
We eventually got cornered by an alien in an alley - he was grabbing my arm and S. was trying to pull me away from him. I said to the alien, "I'm too old to breed alien babies" and he looked at me with this Forrest Gump-esque stare and said, "Ohhhhh...ok." and let me go. We kept running and every time we got cornered we made some lame excuse ( ie: "You don't want me, I like peanut butter") and the aliens would say "Ohhhh...ok." and let us go. Realizing we were dealing with idiots, S. and I sat down and tried to decide where we should go.
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And then....I woke up.
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The end.
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Check back later for details of the flooded Thanksgiving weekend.
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