I dreamed last night that Wilford Brimley sat in my chair at a dinner after I got up.

[Rabrrrrrr]

Thankfully, all the chairs were on wheels, so in my anger - when I returned to the table and found that he had sat in my chair - I just moved him over, and took an empty chair.

It was part of a very long and bizarre dream involving me being in Kyoto, going from talking to ex-pats on the subway to waiting at the restaurant at the top level of a train station, a restaurant with a 360 degree movie projector that was really cool, projecting a movie (a recording of the dinner from, apparently, the night before) on the walls, ceiling, tables, floors, everything, for a giant family dinner to be filmed and turned into a movie for us to take home and watch on our own 360 degree projectors. Apparently it was a really hip and new thing to have a 360 degree recording of one's family eating dinner at this particular hip and totally cool restaurant.

The Wilford Brimley moment was a very small segment of the whole bizarre dream, but the most important to me.

:loveya:

[crim son]

1. I would have killed him.

I've hated Wilford Brimley since I first laid eyes on him... somewhere, I don't know where. He may remind some people of their grandfather but he reminds me of a dirty old man. Sorry about that.

[havocmom]

2. No more oatmeal before bedtime for you

:D

[Sugar Smack]

3. I dreamed last night that Wilford Brimley sat in my chair at a breakfast after I got up.

I think I kicked his ass after some room-temperature oatmeal, but the details are hazy at best. :o

[Dr. Strange]

4. You check your blood sugar and you check it often!

There's no reason not to!