Monkeys Typing Shakespeare

Chalk it up to anxiety or perhaps a complete nervous breakdown but last night I had a strange and vivid dream.  With the house in escrow and plans to move the monkey operations north, things have been a tad stressful.  We still don’t know where one of the chartered busses is and only a few of our 100 monkeys have been recovered so far.

The plan, as it currently stands, is to move up North in 3 to 5 weeks then commute back down to Los Angeles every week to support ongoing operations. As such, I have been talking to one of our programmers, Danny, to contribute a few hundred dollars (or bananas) per month so I can crash at his yet-to-be-acquired apartment one or two nights per week.

Last night I spent my first night on Danny’s couch.  At least I did in my dream (nightmare?).  I awoke early and knocked on his bedroom door to check in.  He was asleep on the floor.  In his bed was Shannen Doherty of 90210 fame.  What the heck?  “Hello?” I said.

She was pretty casual and not at all the psycho the media had made her out to be.  Oh, yeah, she had a mullet.  Or at least a half mullet.  This, of course, became the central point of our conversation until I woke up.  I’m scared.  Should I be?