So a couple weeks ago, I dreamed I was married to Jeff Bridges. Not Tron Jeff Bridges, The Big Lebowski Jeff Bridges. The Men Who Stare at Goats Jeff Bridges, Scruffy Old Jeff Bridges.  Why the Hell would I dream of Jeff Bridges? True, he’s been a part of my life since I was a toddler (having voiced Prince Lir in The Best Movie Ever Made, The Last Unicorn), but I don’t particularly care about him either eay, except he’s made some good movies. In the dream we had a daughter named Sorres. Like the last name Torres, but with an S. Don’t ask me where that came from.

Then, last night, I dreamed we had a house and there was a tornado and Jeff Bridges happened to be passing our house in a black SUV so he pulled over and came in to take shelter in our basement with us.  He was with his wife and their five little kids (except he only has three kids and they are grown-up, I looked it up).

I’m kind of curious to see what my next Jeff Bridges dream will be.