My mother and I are talking on the phone. She is very excited about something I am doing with my life and is listing some gifts she is giving to me to show how proud she is of me. As she lists things I hear her say, "And I'm giving you a pony." I move the phone away from my mouth and tell Rob, "She says she's giving me a pony." He says, "Really, I hope it's one of those mini ones that are the size of a dog." I return to my mother who asks me what I was saying. I explain that I was telling Rob how she was giving me a pony and she says, "A pony? I never said I was giving you a pony. I said I was giving you a penis." "Oh," I say, "that makes more sense."

(Ummm . . . yeah. Giving me a penis makes more sense than giving me a pony. I love dreams. They don't have to make sense and this one made me laugh so much I woke up with a giggle.)