Daily Handbasket: That Exotic Dancer Dream

(I don’t think exotic dancers like this one are in any mini-mall on the planet.)

 

 

This will crack you up.

I know I complain about having horribly prosaic dreams. I wake up counting things, or trying to remember directions to where I was driving in a dream. So many dreams about searching for high school classes I haven’t attended all semester, and math quizzes. It’s like I can’t get enough of real life and so drag it to bed with me. But occasionally I’ll have a dream that is completely orig...