when the going gets tough, things get weird

weird dream:

me and new boyfriend, ben affleck circa "chasing amy" days, are stuck in a haunted cabin atop a snowy mountain. i, in a very cliche i-can-see-dead-people kind of way, can - er - see dead people. among them, my supposedly dead mother heather locklear.

i don't know which is weirder:
a) me as a curly-maned haley joel osment
b) dark-haired, dark-eyed me spawned by all-american heather locklear
c) subconsciously lusting after ben in his, perhaps, most unattractive era

weird reality:

on our way home the other night, cousin and i spot a lovely smoking a cig by the side of the road. awe-struck, desperate (?) gals that we were, we made a U and drove back, hoping for another glimpse of a glowing cig, a glowing boy.

i don't know which is weirder:
a) that we actually made a U-turn
b) that we actually had enough gas to make the U-turn
c) that there's actually somebody cute in this part of town