This was a dream. A weird one. I think a Big Pharma with their little blue pills are messing with my mind. Usually, if I am even able to recall my dreams, they are easily tied to some recent event, whether it be a thought, an occurrence, or a person I encountered. But the other morning I awoke during a very odd and vivid dream.

It began with me scoootering to Colorado for a wedding. However, the scooter was not the traditional Razor-type whose foot-board measures greater in length versus the width. No, the scooter on which I travelled was somewhat of a cross between a Segway and a traditional scooter, but not motorized. Once I gained speed by pushing of with my left leg, I would stand upright with my feet side-by-side versus one in front of the other. I am pointing this out to clarify the situation for visual readers who like to form images in their minds while reading.

When I arrived at the wedding I met some people, one of whom happened to be Shia LaBeouf (Huh? - I know. Weird. I haven’t watched any “Even Stevens” episodes recently and I saw Eagle Eye a few weeks back) So Shia (I like the name “Shia”) and I got to talking. We discover that we both liked Laffy Taffy candies and that banana was our favorite flavor. (This was a replication of a conversation I had with my niece in the car last week so I did NOT find this part of my dream odd.) Our conversation ended simply and I walked through the parking lot to my scooter readying myself for my scootering adventure back home.

When I reached my ride some people came up to me and asked, “Did Shia talk to you?”

I said, “Earlier. Why?”

They responded, “So he didn’t come up to you just now or anything?” They looked concerned when they stated this, so I felt some apprehension.

“No…”

They proceed to say that Shia gets weird- crazy-ish - sometimes and were worried about me. I told them I was fine and bid them farewell as I really needed to be on my way.

On my way back home, I spotted a fancy little candy store in a cute downtown area which featured bins of colorful candy that silently beckoned me inside. I decided to stop and satisfy my Laffy Taffy craving.

After I carefully selected only the the banana pieces of candy, I look up and was startled to see Shia standing right in front of me.
He said, “I knew you would stop here.” He said it with a cute, one-sided smile (smirk-like) and didn’t seem scary at all. Nope, not scary at all.

He handed me a ripped off square from a white, paper napkin. It was approximately 1.5 inches by 1 inch and on its face, in blue smeared ink, was his first name and a phone number. I noticed the blue ink since I am typically not a blue ink fan, but I figured he may have borrowed the pen, so didn’t let it be too much of a factor as far as judgment was concerned.

Nonetheless, I took the piece of paper, paid for my candy and left the candy shop.

During my jaunt home I thought about Shia and came to the conclusion that, yea, he was kind of alright. And then I thought, wow, I really scootered far and I feel very hot and sweaty. At that moment I awoke from the drewam and, yes, I was indeed hot and sweaty as the sun was pouring in and in typical fashion the blankets were swaddling me from head to feet. However, the bed was sans the piece of paper with blue ink.

I am not a morning fan.

I bet he is not either

The White Sox employ a player named Jayson Nix. Each time his name flashed on the screen my initial thought was man, that name would be great to use in Scrabble® if proper names were allowed.

I received two email messages alerting me to grab assignments posted at the school and complete the readings for the first day of class. My last free weekend is really not all that free now.

I am a fan of today’s Google graphic.

TV shows and movies are that much better when Scott Bakula shows up in the cast.