roddy doyle wrote a novel called “the woman who walked into doors.” if someone wanted to write a book about me they could call it “the girl who dreamed about flooding and celebrities.”

yes, more flood dreams. this one wasn’t as anxiety-ridden as the other one, but it was a lot stranger (is that not just the most awkward sentence ever?). so, i am riding around in like some sorta 1957 chevy convertible with sister #2 (who in real life is married with children) and her boyfriend, tom selleck. yes, magnum p.i was my 25-year-old sister’s boyfriend in this dream.

so we’re driving around in the convertible on our way to a movie or something and sister #2 says she wants to see the floods. so he’s driving toward blaine (that’s the suburb of minneapolis where i grew up) and it’s completely flooded. but people aren’t acting all sad and scared because their homes have been flooded. they are all acting like “woohoo, day at the beach.”

sister #2 gets out of the convertible to see some of the damage first hand. tom selleck and i drive around the flood plain or whatever. we’re still in the convertible, only it somehow floats like a boat. so we’re tooling around the flood waters, when these huge waves start swooping in from outta nowhere. tom, being the excellent hawaiian p.i. that he is, starts surfing the waves in this giant old convertible.

i just remember holding onto my glasses as we’re surfing this wave and thinking “if i lose these glasses i am gonna be pissed.” then i woke up. as always, everyone should e-mail their dream interpretations to me.