Thank you, each and every one of you, for the new skin love. It was my intention to rip off Mr. Warhol. Imitation is some sort of form of flattery, right? At least that's what some people keep saying. Not sure who those some people are, but some people keep saying that. I figured that since nakedjen had a birthday she should also get a new birthday suit. Ta Da!
I wanted to come on here tonight and write about so many things. I actually tried to come on here this morning and write about this very odd dream that I had last night. Oh so disturbing. And it seems to be part of a series of dreams. Oh the drama in these dreams.
The gist of them is this. I'm back at the place where I was once employed. You know, the place where I worked until last November when I was laid off and told my marketing and management skills were no longer necessary. So I'm back there. And I'm in a meeting. Some very important meeting. But I know that I no longer work there. However, they've called me in because this is some very important meeting (as I just mentioned, but I want you to understand that, dear internet people, this was a VERY IMPORTANT MEETING) and they needed me there to somehow seal the deal.
From what I can gather (and as I said I've been having these dreams in series), B and C (the CEO and CFO) are meeting with some people from BURMA who are going to hand over huge amounts of cash for the software that creates talking heads. But these folks from Burma will only do this if B and C can promise that Nakedjen (not just Jennifer, but NakedJen) will be at the meeting and that she'll be naked. So B and C are going through all kinds of gyrations to ensure that I'll not only be at this meeting, but that I will be naked and that I will not disclose that I am no longer a vital and integral part of the company's marketing and management team.
So last night, we're finally having the meeting. B and C have assured that I'm there. That I'm naked. That I'm sitting between the two of them at this very huge conference table and the Burmese folks are at the other end. Around the rest of the table are the very FEW people who are left working at my former company along with the guy who played the roommate to Russel Crowe in A Beautiful Mind. You know, the blonde haired bloke who is now married in real life to Jennifer Connolly? Can't remember his name, but you guys know who he is. He's supposedly now the REAL head of marketing and product management, so he's slipping me notes written in a scrawl that I can't read so that I can answer the Burmese folks intelligently.
Well, you all know where this is going don't you? Can't you tell? I'm naked. I'm in a board room. I'm supposed to be saving the day for the company that screwed me (well, they didn't really screw me when all was said and done because NakedDave and I will be the first ones to tell you that, well, our lives were GREATLY improved by our being laid off at Thanksgiving...but the day it happened, we very much felt like we had been SCREWED). So instead of feeding these Burmese people who are sitting at their end of the table with literally piles and piles and piles of money in front of them exactly what B and C want me to tell them, I tell them that since I'm naked, they might as well know the naked truth. And then I proceed to tell them all the things I think are wrong not only with the company, but with the software, with the management and then, because well, i'm on a roll, with the entire United States Government. By the end of my little speech I find myself standing on the table over the Burmese and their piles and piles and piles of money, telling them that the best thing they can possibly do with all that money is to go home and give it to the poor and suffering in their own country because if GW stays in office, well, there's not going to be any US aid other than in the form of bombs and destruction any time soon.
The Burmese folks thanked me for my honesty. B and C wanted to have me arrested. And everyone else in the room applauded.
And then I woke up and realized, just like Pamela, that it was all just a dream.
So, if you're the kind of person who analyzes dreams, what would you make of all of that? Don't forget, I've been having these dreams for weeks. And I'm coming up on the anniversary of my getting dismissed from the company that used to employ me. I find it all rather interesting, really.
What do you think?
P.S. Am off to Nashville and the home of the lovely Ms. Emily tomorrow. Will not be back until Sunday evening. I promise to take a proper Nashville worthy naked picture while I am there. And will share it when I return.
