A disturbing result of reading Scott's entry "Hobbitsgiving"
Last night I had some very bizarre dreams. In two of them I dreamt that an old friend (a different friend in each dream) died. In the second one (same one in which an old friend died) an old Houghton friend expected me to marry him, since the first person had died. In the first one Lauren and I were very fearful and lost. Anyway, the only reason I
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If you or Nate get abducted by aliens, I want to be on record as saying that a) I had nothing to do with the abduction and b) I intend to woo whichever one of you the aliens leave behind. If the Martians get you, I get a life-time of perfectly grilled steaks. If the Martians get Nate, I can look forward to an apple-crisp future. It's a win for me either way... unless, of course, I am the one dragged onto the flying saucer. We all know that Aliens would rather probe cows than cook them and (despite their exotic technologies) they can't crisp an apple to save their lives.
There is a way that we can avoid the aliens and the awkward nuptials altogether, though. You guys could adopt me. This way I get steaks, desserts, AND the option of marrying a time-traveling babe from the 29th century. And let's face it, the only thing cooler than having a Wilkins for an adopted son is having Future-Babe for a daughter-in-law.
As for an interpretation of your dream... I think it means that your subconscious wants you to join a bowling league. I mean the symbolism seems pretty obvious, when you think about it.
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