I had a strange dream last night...

I dreamt that Leslie and I were running around this forest, following some hikers. (I think our plan was to yell, "Boo!" giggle, an run away.) The forest was hazy and full of fog, so sometimes you couldn't see the ground at all, or your hand in front of your face. I nearly went off a cliff trying to figure out how to get down, when this arm came down and lifted Leslie and I out in one smooth move. It was a smallish man dressed in ragged but shiny and translucent robes and he carried a flute in his had and smiled a lot. (He looked a lot like my friend Shaun, and had the same limp he does.) He said he was a poacher, But Leslie and I both knew that be was a Buddhist monk, and follwed him back to a small temple set in an old warehouse with a wodden floor and strange filmy curtains everywhere. I didn't go through them at first, because I thought it might be inappropriate since I wasn't Buddhist myself. But I immediately found myself past the curtains anyway, in front of a small altar. In front of the altar were 3 bowls of clear water given as gifts, and a small box full of sand. (for incensce, like the ones I had seen when I went to Nara.) I emptied out a bag full of malachite and hematite and quartz and little gold charms into the sand as a gift, but I wanted some of them back.
(In a kind of muddled dream logic, I had hoped the Buddha would tell me which ones he liked best.) But the ones I fishd out were much more interesting than the ones I put in--little jointed golden seahorses and fish, and other srange little things in plastic bags. I lined them up in the box and realized that it looked like a jewelry display and was embarrased by it, but didn't really know what to do--I wanted to keep them, but felt it would be wrong and bad manners besides to take them with me.
then on the side of the altar, I noticed a small bamboo flute. I picked it up, and found another piece to it lying on the floor, which I attached. It was awkward at first trying to play it. (I got that broken whistle noise you get when you first try to play a flute:) But eventually I got a lovely note out of it, and realized there were instructions on the back--from the Church of the Subgenius!! And it seemed be enchanted. It looked like the flute of the monk who brought us here.
(Who had an outrageous French accent, BTW. I kept calling him Jean-Pierre, though it wasn't his name.)
Very very strange...I know Leslie's a Buddhist, so maybe that's a subconcious part of me saying she likes me. (Or that the Buddha likes me. Or that I had too much homemade chili for dinner the night before. Or something.)


Anyway, time for this little Pagan girl to hew wood, draw water.

Love, the Ms, hoping your dreams were as odd and beautiful as mine...

Peeeeeeps!

I went up to Design and saw.....YELLOW MARSHMALLOW PEEPS!!! The invasion has begun!!!!Peeps!!!Peeps everywhere!!!Staring with their sugary little eyes!!!!PEEPS!!!PEEPS!!!AAAAAAAAAAUUUUGHHHH!

Ms Eff, hiding under the counter...they'llnever find me in the box-fort. Never, baby!!!