Saturday, December 01, 2007

My Britney Spears nightmare

On Sunday night I had a very disturbing dream. I was a large middle-aged woman in a hospital, and I was visiting Britney Spears, who had just given birth to six babies. Yes, six.

The babies were stored in grey shoeboxes with their names and numbers on the outside. Unfortunately the only name I can remember is Anda, #4.

Then people started chasing us and Britney and I ran off, boxes crammed under our arms, trying to get away from a large man in a white suit and his assistants. We ran through long corridors and over green fields and through deserted office buildings.

Finally, we had had enough. The man in the suit was gaining on us. Britney turned to me and said, "Take two of my children with you."

I looked at the boxes to see who I would take and went "Hey, there are only four boxes here!"

"Oh yeah," she replied, "I gave the two best ones away already."

Anyway, after all that, it didn't matter, because it turned out the man in the white suit was chasing us because he wanted to give Britney a lot of money and we were fleeing for nothing. Bah.

Why do I chronicle these strange nighttime musings? Because, one day, the next Sigmund Freud may read this blog and say, "What a genius! Dig her up! I MUST have her brain in a jar!"