Dreams Are Strange

I had a dream that Jim Morrison was alive, and he lived in my neighbourhood and could occaisionally be seen at the drugstore making odd purchases.

When I told this to my roommate, he asked, "You mean like condoms?"

"I mean like swim flippers and bargain bin cookbooks," I said.

Jim Morrison would never buy condoms. Although I suppose that would make it an odd purchase, so perhaps my roommate was not totally out of line.

In the same dream I had a t-shirt with a Gary Larson comic on it. That's the part of the dream that I fully expect to come true.