I almost never remember my dreams, but (presumably in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day) I had a memorable one the other night.I was baby-sitting for Calvin and Hobbes. They weren’t cartoons or real, they were that weird CGI “Toy Story” kind of thing. (I don’t think I was Rosalyn, but I’m not sure.)
I found out Calvin was autistic. As soon as his mom told me, I was like, "Oh it all makes sense now. The Transmogrifier, complex abstract thought, tiger fixation, trouble socializing with Susie Derkins."
Wait, am I Dr. MLK Jr.? I might be. That would explain some things, like why you never see the two of us in the same place at the same time.
Good call, but I'm not sure if diagnosing Calvin makes you MLK Jr. so much as a kiddie neurologist. Which means you have my fantasy job and you'll totally want to help me build the model brain I got for Christmas!
ReplyDeleteThat's an awesome dream! I love Calvin and Hobbes but I've never had the pleasure of dreaming about them.
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