That explains why I'm not a screenwriter.
Back to my dream from last night. I was out shopping with the Crotchety Old Lady, and we ran into Hillary Clinton. I don't know what we were shopping for, but it was probably Metamucil or generic Vick's Vapo-Rub. We buy the generic, because we go through an inordinate amount of it. I'm not sure what the national average is, but I'm sure we exceed it. Most people buy one jar, and that's a lifetime supply. We go through a jar a month.
Anyway, I was talking to Mrs. Clinton. We had a nice, polite conversation. I told her how disappointed I was about the primary, yadda, yadda, yadda, and then the dream got weird, as if me dreaming about Mrs. Clinton and shopping wasn't strange enough. She excused herself to go and be with her husband, Bill, who was over on the side playing ski ball.
And, to add just a touch more oddity to my already bizarre dream, he had a large supply of extra balls available.
Maybe it was ensure that he would win some tchotchke?
I have no idea.
So, before anyone starts tryng to decipher the inner workings of my mind, here's what has been happening. I read a lot of blogs, and a week or so ago, one blogger wrote about ski ball.
Before I went to sleep, I saw a commercial for Home Depot. Home Depot is connected to the store (Two Guys) that had an arcade section with mini bowling, which is kind of like Ski ball.
I have been really coveting Chinese finger cuffs, and the only place I know to get them is a ski ball arcade.
Now, I would like to have someone interpret this dream. Thank you in advance.