You know, even in my nightmares, it seems, I can’t put away the snark.
Last night, I was dreaming that I and several other people inadvertently witnessed a Mob hit. The gunman saw me, and started after me. So of course, I ran. It was a city (dream NYC, not real NYC), I ran this way, that way, down this block, and realized that the other people who had witnessed the shooting were right behind me. So I stopped, and said, “Seriously? You’re all following me? Split up, morons!” and continued on.
I think the snark, she is in my blood.
Meryl, remember, you don’t have to be faster than the hitman, you just need faster than the other targets, uh, witnesses behind you.
Comment by ignorantapathy — 12/22/2009 @ 12:54 am
Yeah, but in a dream, not a whole lot makes sense. I mean, I got away by leaping into the waves of a flash flood heading down the street. Then I woke up.
I did get a big kick out of the snark in my dream, though. I think I’ve updated my dream Meryl.
Comment by Meryl Yourish — 12/22/2009 @ 8:58 am
You should have had Charleton Heston split the water for you and drown the hitman (did he look like Carter, Obama or Reid?).
Comment by Sabba Hillel — 12/22/2009 @ 10:17 am