Monday, March 4, 2013


last night I dreamt that I was an exotic dancer.  but it was like a superhero's alter ego - no one knew that it was me dancing.  like the bikini I was dancing in was a cape and suit.  and yes, I was dancing in a bikini... and I don't even think I was that good at it, but I was making BANK, so it seemed the logical thing to do. plus, since no one knew it was me....  no embarrassment!  until people I knew came to the club.  I knew them, but they didn't know me.  it was almost worse!

I'm not taking this dream as any sort of sign for what I should do with my life, but I couldn't stop thinking about it all day, so I figured I'd write it down.