verylisa is a veritable conductor of dreams in our household. as in liek, an electrical conductor, not a tram conductor.

the evidence:

i am currently reading the persian boy and spent the weekend being gleeful about teh wee's new hair, and yet it is verylisa who has the dream about elwood in armour wriggling on her whilst discussing dom.

she has also had a dream that the lead singer of the darkness was madly in love with her. *coughcough*

not sure how the jackie chan dream of epic proportions fits in. *eyes loose_your_dogs suspiciously*

we shall see if lisa dreams of spanky pants when monkeycrackmary gets home, and prove that my theory is correct.


this musing brought on by my stepping into the lift to get the mail just now and the overwhelming stench of cigarette smoke making me remember my dream, in which i was a smoker. they didn't taste or feel like anything, except they felt good. dream probably the result of the little threads of elwood that got through to my room once verylisa was done.


PS. while i'm talking about getting the mail, there's a girl who i walk past every so often in the foyer who looks like mcee, and probably wonders why i flail in her general direction every time she comes in a 50 metre radius.