Last night I dreamed that Geena Davis was my mom, and she was marrying Viggo Mortenson. In the dream, though I was somewhat embarrassed, I asked my future stepfather Viggo to sign my LOTR Special Editon DVD boxes. Oh yes I did. And my thought in the dream was, "Wow! I wonder if Elijah Wood or Peter Jackson will come to the wedding!" Not, "I wonder if Miranda Otto or Liv Tyler will be there," or even "I wonder if maybe Exene will be there!" Sigh. I told the family about this over breakfast, and the kids said, "how old were you in the dream?"
"Uh," I said, "Thirty-seven."
They didn't even bother to mock me. They just looked sad and shook their heads.
