My friend, El Heffe (mentioned in previous post ... ala bees and such), called today to tell me he had two very strange dreams of late. By the end, I was in tears:

First dream: He dreams he is a cartoon dog. The dog looks like the blinky dog from Toy Story. And in this dream, he manages to turn himself into various appliances to get away from whomever is chasing him. At one point, he becomes a radio. When the bad guys are onto him, he gets into the bathroom, climbs the wall, and becomes the air freshener.

Second dream: He's shopping in a grocery store. Suddenly, Mr. T comes running down the aisle, tips over his grocery cart, and proceeds to start jumping up and down. EH starts jumping up and down with him, and starts yelling, "I PITY THE FOO'!" to Mr. T.

EH has had to stop ...... er ....... smoking for a month or two, so these dreams are becoming crazier by the day.

(He also suggested, when I told him about a neighbor's recent idiot rambling, that i get a paintball gun and just start picking them off at the mailbox ... PING! PING!)