Dreaming Is Free

I had a dream the other night that I was recruiting elementary school students into the Army to fight in Iraq. I was in the parking lot behind the A&P, near where I grew up, and I was giving these 8 year olds these big plastic notebooks with big, bright buttons on them: they had to input their information into these toy-like things in order to be recruited. Then I corralled these kids into a helicopter which flew them off to Iraq. Who knew that my sub-conscious was such a wily satirist?

The next night I had a dream that I was at a carnival on some Pacific island. A woman -- actually, Mo Gaffney, whom I recognize mostly from her work on "Absolutely Fabulous" -- was doing tarot readings on a bed. I was trying to get my tarot read, but somebody cut in front of me, and was yelling at Mo. Eventually the yeller took off, and Mo said, "Let me see what card most accurately represents you." She drew a card, looked at it, and showed it to me. It depicted a nondescript man with a mountain in the background, with the text just saying, "TRANSLATOR".

I also had a dream that my dead grandparents came back from the dead to join me at Christmas. But for me, that's not a particularly uncommon theme.