I've had a few weird dreams lately. Night before last I dreamt that I went to pick up Jenn's birthday cake and some how they decided to make a cake that looked exactly like our son Jack. We ate it, but I had to keep the two jacks in different rooms... you know, in case we mistook our son for a ... cake.
Usually my dreams have random elements that I can't understand and spend most of the dream trying to figure out. Last night the random element was why I was hosting Saturday Night Live. I couldn't tell you why. Even in the dream I was just normal Tim, not Ashton Kutcher or Michael Phelps. The frustrating thing was that I didn't have a script, kept missing my cues and couldn't make costume changes without someone yelling for me to get on stage. The dream had that "naked in high school" feel to it, but with the upside that I got to introduce The Foo Fighters.
That totally made up for missing my chance to yell "LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT"
And I don't even watch this show.
Following Compline tonight, I want to introduce the following Marian Hymn.