Apr 272015

Last night I dreamed that Brendan Fraser was at our house (yeah, the actor). There didn’t seem to be any particular reason for him to be there, as is the nature of dreams. He was friendly and engaging, we had a good time. He was pleased to note we had a couple of his movies on DVD, we discussed his upcoming birthday (I have no idea when Brendan Fraser’s birthday is, but in my dream it was next week), and we jammed for a while (I can’t remember what he played, a wind instrument like a clarinet or maybe a sax?). After a while we started talking about going out to get something to eat. Then I woke up.

WTF, brain?

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