I dreamed a dream.

I tend to have really whackadoo dreams when I’m under a lot of stress. Obviously last night was no exception because my dream was

• A mashup of The Masked Singer and the ALDE IGNITE Conference,
• And I was one of the contestants, along with the Rev. Matthew Earl Borrasso,
• And my core strategy for winning was to seduce M. Night Shyamalan
  • Who was also a contestant, and HE was dressed like Rocky the Squirrel from Rocky & Bullwinkle,
• And my strategy worked (a.k.a. he fell in love with me YA BIG PERVS),
• And I don’t remember how the dream ended,
• But when I awoke on this plane of reality, I realized it wasn’t M. Night Shyamalan at all.
• It was Taika Waititi!

“Are you high?”

My husband, after I gave him the run down of my dream this morning.

P.S. Is it worth noting that this was the second consecutive day someone questioned whether I was high?