Snarky even in my dreams

Posted on 12/21/2009 by Meryl Yourish

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.

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3 Responses to Snarky even in my dreams

  1. ignorantapathy says:
    12/22/2009 at 12:54 am

    Meryl, remember, you don’t have to be faster than the hitman, you just need faster than the other targets, uh, witnesses behind you.

  2. Meryl Yourish says:
    12/22/2009 at 8:58 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.

  3. Sabba Hillel says:
    12/22/2009 at 10:17 am

    You should have had Charleton Heston split the water for you and drown the hitman (did he look like Carter, Obama or Reid?).

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