Mundane dreams...

And I mean mundane dreams. Not unlike the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip where he dreams his entire day and then his mother says wake up.
--This morning I had a dream where I'm making brownies or some baked good that requires some ingredient that I need to include where I have to convert pints into tablespoons or cups, which I'm not even sure is possible. And I'm looking at cookbooks trying to convert it and doing math no less.
--Recently, I had one where someone was telling a joke and someone did the rimshot, or hit the cymbals like in the vaudeville jokes. My dreams have been invaded by Shecky Green apparently. Please tip your waitress and try the Monte Crisco sandwich.
I mean, if I'm going to dream, I'd like it to be something worthwhile. I have tv. dreams from time to time. I recently blended Everwood and Fame. Forget the details, but it was vaguely nice.
And today's cosmic moment, as my old roomie used to say. I changed my sig line to part of a Rilo Kiley song, "Portions from Foxes:"
There's blood in my mouth
'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash
but I never say anything.
And it's now everywhere. Verdaderrra sent their website. to me which I listened to like five times. One of my students recognized it and went to their show in L.A. And xo of course is the person who sent me the song in the first place.
Am getting bored. I think it's the Sunday blahs.