I Have Really Dumb Dreams
Dreams are supposed to be cool. They’re supposed to be weird and wacky. You’re supposed to wake up and go, “Whoa; that was just bizarre.” Well, not me, apparently. I usually don’t even remember my dreams, so it’s sort of cool when I do. Except when my dreams are utterly lame.
Last night I dreamt about my credit score. Yup. You see, I’ve got a free year subscription to Experian through Microsoft Money, and I check my score rather frequently. I’m pretty anal about all aspects of our finances, and my credit score is no exception. So last night I have this amazing, wacky dream that I’m on my computer, using Money to check my score, and bam! It’s jumped about 90 points (it’s good to begin with, so it was pretty impressive afterwards; actually, I’m pretty sure that credit scores don’t even go that high).
Needless to say, I was very satisfied with my fiscal responsibility. The prospect of getting a really sweet rate on a mortgage was pretty exciting. Actually, I just tell myself that it’s really exciting; I think that if I fully comprehended the sheer dullness of that dream, my goal of becoming a professor of linguistics would shrivel up and die, and my only recourse would be to go into accounting.
And that, my friends, is a truly terrifying dream.