dreams
my mind is a very strange place. usually i don't remember my dreams. which is probably a good thing (tm). but sometimes i do. often when they are particularly amusing, frightening, and/or annoying. so anywho, the other night a dream fell into the last category. one of my co-workers was dressed up in a crazy white outfit standing on a podium with a staff. he'd point the staff at a mob of little blue men. they'd wave their fish and shout, tour jete (TOR j-tay)! then he'd turn and point his staff at another mob of little blue men. they'd wave their fish and shout, ronde de jambe (RON d'jzahm)! they went back and forth like a tastes great less filling commercial until i couldn't stand it any more and woke myself up.