Dream-me is far more Disney than I am, I feel.
A coworker in my hall, A., tracked me down this morning to say that I had featured in her dream, last night. She'd been teaching, everything was going fine, but she had a bird in her hair. "I need to get this bird out of my hair," she mused. "Who in our hall would know what to do? I know!" and fetched me to help. I, all calm and cool, extract the bird easily from her hair. I then proceed to gently scold the bird, saying, "Now, you know you're not supposed to nest in people's hair. It's not nice," and so on.
Let it be known, one and all: I am to be relied upon in a pinch.
