Dreamtime....

Strange dreams last night. I almost never remember dreams.

I was climbing out of a deep ravine up to an overhang over a stage area. As I was struggling along, I kept thinking I really needed to talk to sinboy. I got up to the overhang, and started to rest, when a Don McLean concert started (I had fallen asleep with the television on, and Don McLean was singing on the tv). He was singing "Castles in the Air", a song I really love, when all these people decided that my overhang was a better place to view the concert than where they were sitting, and came over to me. I remember being quite upset about this, and worried that I still wasn't talking to sinboy, which is where I needed to be, but I did really want to see the Don McLean concert.

I woke up when Don McLean started singing "Vincent".

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Last Thursday, while I was in K's classroom (he's the 6-year-old), his teacher told the class she had a new music CD and that she had been really looking forward to playing it for the class.

K pipes up..."Is it Aerosmith?"

The teacher takes a deep breath, and says, with a straight face, "No, it's not Aerosmith."

K responds..."Led Zeppelin, then?"

It turned out to be some British children's folksinger singing about days of the week or something. K was disappointed... "But that doesn't rock!"

So, I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't let K listen to his older brother's CD collection anymore. : >