Part five in a hilarious ongoing series.
Two nights ago, I had a dream that Amy McCarthy and I had gotten matching mohawks. Because obviously.
(I asked if there was a nonappropriative name for that hairstyle, and Amy suggested MISANDRY HELMETS. A+.)
We looked awesome. They were blue and purple.
Anyway!
Naturally, we shall use this as the jumping-off point for another thread about how frequently I and the other contributors/mods and other Shakers appear in each other's dreams. Shakes-related dreams come up in comments fairly regularly, and one of the most common subjects among reader emails is telling me that they dreamed about me and/or another contributor. (And, no, the vast majority of these are not the least bit creepy.)
So: Fess up. Have I appeared in your dream as your first-grade teacher? Has a fellow Shaker met you for drinks on the moon in your sleep? Has Deeky come to you in the night as a gummi-worm wielding organ grinder? Did I just invent the quadruple entendre with that last sentence...?
Tell the tales of your Shakesville Dreams here.
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