I’ve been having crazy dreams lately. They’ve all been long or very full, mixing the silly and mundane with parts that I won’t tell anyone. In fact, every dream I can remember has a part that is just strange and I can tell anyone and a part that is not. Maybe the strange is there to remind me of the other part. What it all means, I haven’t a clue.

Like what does it mean when Lexie Quirie is making a giant pie in the back yard of our office? Not a big, round pie, but a pie dish in the shape of a slice of pie that’s eight feet long? And I really don’t know Lexie that well (I do think she’s pretty cool and wish I had hung out with her and her family more before I moved).

Or what do you make of a dream featuring adults riding heely shoes down my parents driveway when it’s pouring down rain?

Or when your fighting for your life and the lives if every one else in the house and you need someone’s help to finish off the intruders and they are too scared too and are cleaning up the dishes and putting away the food from a taco dinner?

What does it all mean? I should probably lay off the ice cream right before bed.

Or maybe eat more and see how deep we can go…