In Which it is Demonstrated that Dreams are a Good Thing

Last night I was so tired that I blew off going to TGIB, crawled into bed at seven, and didn’t wake up until half past five this morning.  (You can tell that I was really tired because I slept half an hour past my normal waking time—well, normal for these days, anyhow.)  I had several dreams that I remembered, which is unusual, for I don’t often remember my dreams.  In the final one before I woke, I was taking the Mensa admission test for some reason, and I thought, “This should be a walkover, because I’ve given this test before, so I know what the right answers are.”  And when I woke, I remembered that I’m supposed to give a Mensa admission test this afternoon, which I had forgotten about.

 

Johnny B. Goode takes the frozen dinosaur and shoots henchmen of Osama bin Laden.  Fnord.

About Marchbanks

I'm an elderly tech analyst, living in Texas but not of it, a cantankerous and venerable curmudgeon. I'm yer SOB grandpa who has NO time for snot-nosed, bad-mannered twerps.
This entry was posted in Mensa. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to In Which it is Demonstrated that Dreams are a Good Thing