Lazy dreamer

It's been a month since I've contributed to the blog and even though nothing's really happened to me that's worth blogging about (unless interviewing Slayer counts), I had a dream last night about a fellow Crapshacker so I thought I'd share. For some reason, Iris and I were right in the front row on the first balcony at the Jubileee Auditorium. We were watching a rock show and then the anonymous male performer came down off the stage and walked up the aisles below us. Dream Iris was a huge fan of the rocker so she went nuts and tried to hang off the balcony to get closer to the rockstar. Except she stumbled and ended up dangling head first off of the balcony, with Dream Me holding onto her legs trying to pull her back to safety. This is were the dream gets sad, but actually eerily accurate. As Dream Iris' legs were slipping through my hands, I ended up holding onto her feet and shoes. Here's the accurate part: the shoes were fantastic--shiny, black patent-leather pumps. The sad part? I dropped Dream Iris and then I woke up.