Tryin' to Pull the Old Switcheroo

I was very tired last nite and went to bed earlier than normal -- around 10:30, I believe. I had a good, hard, sleep but with one of those vivid and realistic dreams. I woke up thinking "wtf was that" and went over the pieces of the dream in hopes of remembering them.

The dream involved a medical procedure that would basically swap my soul with my cousin, Renee's, soul. We would just be inhabiting the other person's body, but maintain our intelligence and persona. So I'm sitting here with my friends and family kind'a freaking out about the whole ordeal, and apologizing to my mother because she had just paid $15,000 for some major dental work in my mouth that I would no longer enjoy -- by cousin would enjoy.

I'm sure you're thinking -- well, it's your cousin -- isn't that ok? Well, besides the fact that she's a girl, I'd normally agree with you. But then -- and this was even in my dream -- I started freaking out because she's kind'a ... well ... trashy. And I mean that in nicest, familiar way possible. Just suffice it to say that I didn't want to live in a trailer on a mountain side and have to deal with CPS about getting my kids back. Not to mention the whole hoohaa thing, and having to figure out that whole monthly flow thing.

It was just a very odd dream, and so very realistic! It pretty much (re-)affirmed that I have no desire to be a woman. Ever. Despite my womanly qualities (I got more legs than a bucket of chicken!), I'm content having a wee (and my berries and cream too).