Monday, August 06, 2007


I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks my dreams would make great movies.

In the latest one, I'm part of Earth's last line of defense against an invading alien force. In an auditorium meant for mission briefings, I use the giant gesture-activated video display to figure out a way to use a missile to send the girl I love off-planet to a safe location. Apparently it's deep in a cluster of "sparkle nebulae" that, onscreen, resemble cheerleading pompoms.

This doesn't even crack my dream list's top ten, if I ever have the time to look through all my old ones and rank them (which I don't).