Andrew Sullivan's Blog Now Officially a Dream-Journal and Online Cry For Help, But Mostly An Online Cry For Help

Sadly Yes

I had a dream last night that I was lost in Sarah Palin's garden. It was springtime, and there were bluebells everywhere. I suddenly realized where I was and tried to get out to the street. But there was just more garden ...

Uh huh.

I have Sigmund Freud on the line. He says--

Oh wait, he just hung up. I heard the pattering of running feet before the line disengaged.

To get how massively funny, and tastelessly self-revelatory, this is, you need to know that "garden" is Freudian Symbolism 101 for "vagina."

Oh, and "Andrew Sullivan" just wrote to me, continuing his dream-journaling:

...only, then they weren't bluebells, they were orchids - but the orchids had teeth! Beautiful, pink, wet orchids with rows of sharp teeth, like some kind of shark mouth. And the mouths started to speak to me. It was my mother's voice! I picked a flower, and the stem started to grow longer, while mother shrieked at me that good boys shouldn't look at flowers.

I wonder what it all means?

Hard to say, Andrew. Hard. to. Say.

posted by Ace at 09:22 PM

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