I was teaching class the other day, and needed a beverage…so I got one of my favourite things, a Sobe Lean.
If you haven’t had one, the inside of the cap always has some silly quote or phrase on it (similar to the wierd facts you get on the snapple lids).
The lid for this particular Sobe was this: “is everyone taking crazy pills?”
Needless to say but I’ll say it anyway, I laughed and laughed and laughed for what seemed like moments. I thought, yes indeed, everyone IS taking crazy pills! What else could explain the absolute insanity I feel around me every day? (Or maybe it’s just ME on crazy pills and by comparison, everyone else gets that much crazier?)
Anyway…so I thought…I need to write about this. I put the bottle top in my backpack and it sat there for a few days, until today. What, do you wonder, sparked my remembrance to get the cap out of the bag and write about it? The answer is even freakier than being on crazy pills…
So I realized, that it must in fact be that I am taking crazy pills…I base this solely on a dream I had last night. You know things are really getting crazy when you are in your 30’s and have a dream, not only about Britney Spears, but about her husband as well. That’s right…I had a dream about Kevin and Britney.
And before you go there…don’t go there.
It was crazy…insane…I must have been taking crazy pills. First it started with an album cover, showing both of their faces, and something like “Kevin & Britney…the Toxic Remix”. I try not to read into this allusion, but do with it what you will.
Suddenly, the dream cascaded to a huge stage, with a massive crowd, watching Britney (still pregnant for some reason), and Kevin, dancing around on stage doing a DUET to her song Toxic. Now…I don’t know if you’ve heard the song…it’s not exactly a duet. Unless you count Britney doing supplemental vocals for herself on the music track. We’re not talking an Aaron Neville / Linda Rondstadt song here. No Barry Gibb and Barbra Streisand melodies.
We’re talking Britney Spears…and a backup dancer. I mean…that’s lower than the security guard…at least security can get you backstage….(snaps to Scary Movie).
Anyway…the dream abruptly ended when one of my cats needed me to get up and feed them. Thank goodness, because who knows where the dream could have gone from there…
In summary, beware that crazy pills can cause dreams of fallen teen idols. (And I will say, in further summary, that yes, I do own two Britney Spears CD’s…let the abuse begin)