I have written before about my very interesting dreams, no?
Yes.
Here, here, here and here in case you want proof and a few laughs. And now I realize I never did write down the one about taking a vacation at a dinosaur theme park just like Jurassic, where my son (15 in real life but about 3 years old in the dream) got hurt (not by a dinosaur, though) and I was carrying him and trying to call an ambulance on my cellphone but while I was dialing, my son turned into a puppy in my arms and I was upset because I didn't have the veterinarian's number stored in the phone. That was a good one, although personally I think the aquatic donkey takes the cake.
Anyway, I got a travel brochure in the mail today from the state of Arizona. In a nice big 8x12 white envelope addressed to me, with a cover letter from Margie A. Emmermann, Director of the Arizona Office of Tourism. Only I didn't order it. Or even do anything remotely related to the state of Arizona, anywhere, at all, lately or maybe ever. Like, I mean I did nothing that would have resulted in this thing coming to my mailbox. I don't routinely get travel or vacation stuff in the mail. And I've never been particularly interested in Arizona. Looks nice and all, but there are about 42 other places on my life list that are higher in priority.
So an hour ago I was trying to figure out how this thing landed in my mailbox when I remembered a tiny snippet of another really weird dream that I must have had recently but didn't remember any of it until I saw that brochure today. There were cacti and very red dirt in the dream and some type of small animal (lizard? roadrunner?) but the memory is too fuzzy to describe.
Then, I remembered a movie with the title "Arizona Dream," Googled it and . . . . whoa. It's been a long time since I saw it but now I remember. Just click that link and you'll understand why I'm sitting here with my brains completely scrambled about the leap from that brochure to my dreams to that movie all in the space of an hour or so.
Ouch.