Weird things happen in my dreams
January 8, 2009 | I'm kidding
I was reading a blog post (in my dream) by Sarah about us hanging out with Patrick Swayze. In Tampa. And she had pictures. (They were good.)
As we were reading her blog post, we were also hanging out with other celebrity boys. (I can’t remember who now.) We were headed out the door when my telephone rang. We all stopped and listened. It was Teddy Kennedy saying to my answering machine, “Hi, Becky. It’s Edward. Blah-blah-blah-de-blah.”
I was all, let’s get outta here, hurry! And I was relieved he didn’t have my cell number.
What’s more disturbing?
1) That I still had an answering machine?
or
2) That Teddy Kennedy was leaving a message on it?
or
3) That Teddy Kennedy apparently knew where I lived?
Posted by Becky @ 7:51 pm
January 8th, 2009 at 9:17 pm
4) That we would ditch Ted for others. Dude, Ted calls and I answer.
Yes, I know he’s a big perv, but he is a KENNEDY. Oh, and a Senator.
January 9th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
If it were JFK Jr. in my dream? HE would have my cell number. But, no. It had to be Teddy.
January 10th, 2009 at 9:34 am
What’s wrong with Teddy K? Maybe he just wanted to chat.
January 18th, 2009 at 10:42 pm
I’m getting hung up on you calling him Teddy, yet in his dream he referred to himself more formally as Edward.
Maybe there’s a deeper meaning…