I think the fact that it’s the end-of-the-year crunch is really messing with my subconscious. My dreams are usually pretty crazy anyway, but lately?

“Oh, hello giant marshmallow-flavoured orange centaur! Why yes, I will dance a minuet with you while Jessica Lange watches! Oh, who’s this? Count Chocula? You want to cut in? Fine then – you go ahead and dance with the centaur while I play my harmonium! Jessica, you tap your feet and play the marranzano. Here we go!”

I definitely think my brain could use a little rest.