I had to stop by and relate a very vivid and frustrating dream I had last night.

In this dream Arial Anderson HERSELF arrived at my house for a scheduled Damsel in Distress photo shoot.
I was extremely nervous to be in her presence and thought I was well prepared for the shoot.
I wanted to do an old fashioned Detective Magazine black and white set.
I realized I had everything except ROPE.
Ariel laughed and told me that it happens all the time.
I ran out and purchased some great rope at $100 per foot.( I didn’t care… this WAS Ariel Anderson I was about to bind and gag.)
When I got back I realized I had forgotten a gag.
Then my old high school wood shop teacher showed up and informed me that I couldn’t graduate unless I finished up the poker table I started 20 years ago.
Ariel actually helped me with the cutting and measuring.
I put the poker table in the car and delivered it to the shop teacher and hurried back home in a cold sweat, very worried that Ariel had left.
When I arrived home there was Ariel sleeping like a Goddess on my living room couch.
I decided to sneak up on her, hand gag her, and start the photo session.

I then woke up.
I haven’t been this frustrated in a long time, but talking about it is good therapy.