Okay, so I’ve been laid up with the hateflu.
Saturday was fantastic—Wah and I were working on a collaboration based off of this photo. My job was to make it all gorjus, and I think I succeeded. I’ll give you the full run-down once I get back the scans—suffice to say, Jaxxie Glam has it hanging in her haus, which is probably the greatest compliment we could get.
What does this have to do with Sally, our beloved research specialist?
Well, the hateflu had me down, and Zatanna was sweet enough to let me hack and coff all over her couch while she ran errands Sunday. And, there was a Law & Order: SVU marathon on. I never watch that one, because they’re just . . . gruesome, and creepy, and what-not. Plus, there’s no law stuff, which is my favorite, and no Vincent D’Onofrio. But, flu + teevee actually mathematically equals Law & Order, so I was stuck with the acronyms I was dealt.
Two things happened. First, I developed a maddening crush on Mariska Hargitay (The razor-cut hair! The world-weary eyes! The name with all those alluringly confusing consonants!). Second, I had SPINE-TINGLING COLD-CHILL FRICKIN’ NIGHTMARES. I’m famously sissy about scary stuff, and even rolling around that half-hour or so of Forrest Gump in my mouth before I went to bed didn’t help.
Roughly, in my dream it’s super late at night and I’m at Sally’s, and her and Larry must’ve been asleep (it dream-felt like they weren’t there at all, though). I’m in the guest room, and get up to get a glass of water. I make my way through the house—it’s not too cold—and then when I open the refrigerator there are babies in it. More precisely, two—a plump and blue infant, who seems dazed by the cold, and teeny-tiny six-month old with glowing pink skin.
Stunned, I drop my glass and back away. “Hello, gorjus,” the smallest one says to me, in a normal, not-a-creepy-ghost-baby-in-the-fridge voice. “Please tell my mommy to stop putting us in here.”
Do I have to tell you that one of the Law & Orders involved rescuing somebody from a fridge? Okay, so maybe the dream is more a fever + pizza mashup, but it still made me wake up with Looney Tunes eyes. Talking Ghost Sallybabies, for Chrissakes. So, if you see her, tell her to, I guess, let them out or something.
UPDATE: The more I think about it, I wonder if this is a weird variation off of Mrs. Floon’s dream.
dude, this is waaaay creepy. babies in the fridge is just disturbing.
p.s. who is Mariska Haritay’s mom? no cheating to look it up on the net first
Grrrrreat.
Now I’m gonna have nightmares from your nightmare. How post-modern.
Ooh. I like that picture very much.
You and Sally need to get together and work out your freaky dream issues. The rest of us are becoming concerned.
Jayne Mansfield!
Man, that’s scary. Not that there are babies in the fridge, but that there are babies capable of surviving in a working fridge. These must be some kind of cold-resistant uber-babies! The end of the human race is nigh.
You’re right, Prof.!! I had to peek and look. Her full name is Mariska Magdolina Hargitay, which is super-pretty, plus she has a zig-zag scar down the side of her head from the wreck her mom was killed in (
).
What’s even freakier: Mrs. Floon had a dream once that to accommodate my allergies, she fixed me a bed (in a pie plate) in her freezer.
Were you a test tube baby? Because this sounds like test tube resentment to me.
YEAH to the Professor!! now, do you know who her dad is?
I, too, like Mariska Hargitay. You know who she kinda looks like? My old college pal, Sharon!
Mr. Hargitay=Mr. Universe 1952 or some other year, right?