Normally, I don't talk about my dreams. I think dreams are boring to everyone except the person who had the dream. However, I'm making an exception tonight and telling everyone about the dream I had last night. One, because the dream was about a medblogger, and two, because it is just damn freaky. Maybe it would make more sense if I had spent the night reading medblogs, but all I did last night was watch Leave it to Beaver.
Here's the dream:
I am a boarder in this beautiful house. The house is bright and sunny. My room is gorgeous, filled with fresh flowers. Everything is white. I wake up and smell cigar smoke. I go across the hall, and TBTAM is sitting in a rocking chair smoking a cigar.
Then I wake up. Freaky, huh?