hiddenmuse | I don't sleep, I dream

I miss having sex dreams about future ex-husbands. Instead, I have insurance dreams about them.

Yeah. I had a friggin' dream where I discussed insurance with Steven Page, of all people!! Actually, in the dream, he called me to ask about whether or not he should list a Burberry trench coat (??) on his policy - and I almost had a small-time freak-out over taking his phone number to call him back, afraid that I'd slip out of Insurance Professional^TM mode, and right into Fangirl^TM mode.

Well, in the dream, I remained professional, got the information, and called Steve back. Of course, right after I heard "Hello, this is Steven" in my ear, and almost swooning ... then trying to run across a busy intersection for whatever reason, I woke up.

{For the record, designer clothes *cannot* be listed on an insurance policy. Your jewelry, art work, sterling silverware, musical instruments and computers, on the other hand ... those can be listed on the policy. This is how FUBARed my mind can get sometimes.}