Saturday, June 26, 2010

Baring It All

Sometimes I can't find the funny in a normal situation, so I have to rely on the nonsensical that takes place in my dreams. Often that is funny enough.

If you know me, you know I am a volunteer aholic and I am especially devoted to the Cultural Center. So devoted in fact, that I had a fantastic dream last night. I dreamed I went to a doctor's office to get a donation for the Center. I was to speak to a woman named Snow White. I figured her name was Snow, last name White, so when I met her, I called her Snow. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I've heard some of the strangest names you can imagine, so a woman named Snow, while odd, didn't throw me. No, her first name was Snow White. And she had something to do with microscopes in this office. So I went into her lab and marveled at the microscopes and then she said it was much too hot so we should go outside. I noticed her hair was white (Snow White, perhaps) and in a bun like the granny from Sylvester and Tweety. A middle aged lady named Snow White.

When we got outside, she had a desk and comfy banker's chair and directed me to get a chair from some other table. We were in the middle of some huge quad between buildings. Apparently it was VERY hot because I took of my shirt and eventually took of my pants so I was there in a sports bra and underwear and kept thinking "uh it's for the arts, who cares?". At some point I put my clothes back on, she gave me $1500 and I was tickled.

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