I went to sleep on Thursday night and woke up Monday morning after the most remarkable, non-Nyquil induced dream ever. I was in New York to see if it was true that the Yankees were in fact doing just fine without A-Rod. Turns out they are. I could have trusted my instincts on that. Dreaming about it must mean I have trust issues.


In this dream there were cops everywhere. Each time I turned a corner, there was another one. What do you think that symbolizes? Maybe I have authority issues too.


I vaguely remember something about Elmo and Spider-Man. I wonder what that was all about. Maybe the cops were there to make sure Elmo wasn’t harassing Spider-Man for money or it’s possible I have some repressed childhood memories. Hmmmm.


What happened next is a bit blurry. Militant Sumo wrestlers dressed like Native Americans were shouting Bible verses and then suddenly, Madame Weebles was there.


I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is yes, Madame Weebles does have the power to appear at will in other people’s dreams. That is one of the reasons she’s a force to be reckoned with. Of course, she uses her powers for good. After all, she is a genuinely nice person and as much fun as any Yankee I’ve ever known. She’s beautiful too.

This is NOT Madame Weebles.

This is NOT Madame Weebles.

For some reason I couldn’t stop laughing. The next thing I remember it was morning. I got into a taxi and before we were completely around the block the meter was already up to seven dollars. The taxi stopped, I was back in Italy with my loyal follower, except this time his sisters are with us, eating calamari and cheesecake and drinking Irish coffees.


It must have been a dream. How else can I explain hurling through the air at incredible speed beside my loyal follower, floating through crowds on the streets of New York City, zipping underground in a tunnel once flooded by a hurricane, AND revolving in slow motion high above Times Square seated next to Madame Weebles?

Of course, it isn’t totally out of the realm of possibility that this really happened. In fact, it is just as plausible as say, me sitting atop a longhorn in a field of poppies.


Am I a mad over-thinker or what?

25 thoughts on “The Dream Sequence

  1. Penny L Howe says:

    Alright, I am so there. May I be in your next dream with you, Wow! Love this post! 🙂

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Penny, absolutely feel free to stop on by.

      1. Penny L Howe says:

        I’ll try to sneak into your dream unnoticed Honie, via psychic connections! (now that is a scary thought – if that were really possible) 😉

  2. Calamari and cheesecake, eh? Were either of them served with a poppyseed sauce?

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      poppy seed sauce no, but oddly enough while we sat there enjoying our calamari and cheesecake the bar tender made a strawberry daiquiri by mistake. he offered it to us for free and we poured it over the cheesecake. (no kidding)

  3. mairedubhtx says:

    Any dream with Madame Weebles is a good dream.

  4. acflory says:

    Wow… I’m aware of dreaming but rarely wake with anything more than a vague ‘oh that was a weird one’. I particularly liked the bit about eating and drinking Irish coffee. 🙂

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      The coffee cups at the place across from our hotel were HUGE. It was like drinking from a cereal bowl. Dream coffee is oh so good!
      dream coffee

      1. acflory says:

        I’m envious. I can’t remember ever dreaming about food or drinks. The dreams I’m most likely to remember all seem to be about houses. I don’t get them now that I have a house of my own but for a while there I’d wake up from these dreams of walking around amazing houses. I’d even remember the floor plans, more or less. I guess they must have been prompted by my wanting a house so much. 🙂

  5. Michele says:

    That’s awesome; love it! And the pics- you have quite an eye for a perfect shot!

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      It helps to have beautiful subjects and to know where to stand 🙂 Glad you enjoyed the video. xoxo

  6. "HE WHO" says:

    You’ve got me craving a Nathan’s Famous Hot Dog.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      With onions, mustard and relish? Oh, and LOTS of ketchup too, right?

  7. It sounds solid, Honie. Having grown up in New York I can say that’s just a day in the life, poppies and Longhorns excluded. What you had there, was a big old bite of the apple. Looks like you had an amazing “trip.” 🙂
    Great post, beautiful lady!

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      It was an amazing “trip”. Madame Weebles is an amazing person. We had a great evening and yeah, a big ole bite of the apple!

  8. Couldn’t stop laughing. You are a real treasure

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      So pleased to know this made you laugh. It made me laugh too! Very kind of you to say.

  9. artsifrtsy says:

    It seems so real – are you sure it’s a dream? Love the poppies in the background!

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      The poppies are something, aren’t they? Now I’ve had two IRL meet-ups with awesome bloggers! A dream come true for sure, Lorri.

  10. That’s one helluva dream, lady. I had a similar dream, but not nearly as detailed as yours. You were in it, as were certain members of your family. I’m still trying to figure out the correct way to write about it, as it was such a meaningful and exciting dream. In that dream, you were mega-awesome and mega-gorgeous and mega-funny. Kind of like how I’d picture you being if we were to have met in real life.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      You’re one helluva dream date yourself there, Madame. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again. Next time we’ll really paint the town red!
      Until then…mwah!!

  11. Carrie Rubin says:

    Hmm, you might want to have a toxicologist test those poppies. I think they might have poisoned you… (“Poppies. Poppies will put them to sleeeeep…”)

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      That must be why I am twitching and keep repeating “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home” HA!

      1. Carrie Rubin says:

        Just don’t remove those slippers, and you’ll be fine.

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