I dream of SDMB

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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No doubt because of this thread about dreams, last night I dreamed about a lizard emerging from a squishy tomato I was cutting up for salad. My deceased cat chased the lizard under the basboards in the kitchen, and then I was in a bedroom in the house I grew up in, where the lizard had climbed up to ceiling level and was spewing some substance (please, no!) all over the room. It was everywhere and nasty and bitter tasting, and I wasn’t sure if it was poisonous.

So I went downstairs to the living room of the house I grew up in, where my deceased mother was in her chair, worrying about the fact that my deceased dad was in the kitchen doing dishes. I thought, “I’ll just post something to SDMB about the lizard. Maybe there’s a herpetologist Doper.” Then I realized I’d left my laptop upstairs in the bedroom with the spewing lizard and I really didn’t want to go up and retrieve it.

And then I woke up.

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I dreamt that I was living in my childhood home (which has since been demolished), and my mother told me that Paul McCartney had died. I turned on my chldhood radio and started trying to find the news story, and I said “I wonder if anyone has started a thread on the Dope yet. If they have, I’ll have to post that I use to list the Beatles as “John, George, Paul & Ringo,” and that’s the order in which they died.” Then I woke up.

Later that day, I realized I had gotten a box of Ed McBain books that day, and was thinking about how my mother had introduced me to his works. My sleeping brain obviously mixed up the “Mc’s”