I have a recurring dream about my mother - the situations are usually different, but the gist is always the same: she's there in the action of the dream, and at some point I always say "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!"
Freud would have a field day. As will my shrink when she gets back from her extended vacation.
*light bulb starts to glimmer*
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)