How Mandy Moore Died

I just had a dream that I heard on the news that Mandy Moore had died. First they did a promo showing her and talked about an upcoming segment where they’d talk about why they missed her so much.

I thought to myself: that’s so sad. She just started that new show.

And then they showed her in a scene from her new show, where she and some dude jumped out of an airplane on a motorcycle, and landed (wheels down, even) in the back of a truck.

They proceeded to do an interview in the back of the moving truck.

Then I thought, is she REALLY dead? I wonder how she died?

And suddenly I was working for a catering/party company, and my friend Tonja was helping me with my work journal (it listed all my notes and my tasks and stuff). And I looked over into the kitchen, and there is Mandy Moore, goofing around to make us laugh.

For some infathomable reason, she’s in there with a huge bear (stay outta my dreams, Grizz) and he’s wearing a humongous blue sweater (I mean it, man).

She’s making all these mock punches towards the bear, like he can’t reach her or something.

We can only see a little bit of the window to the kitchen, but it seems the bear is getting close and closer, every time he kind of pops out of the side of the window.  At one point, her mock punch comes within an inch of his snout.

We’re laughing, and telling her to stop, and she’s laughing, and then he comes all the way out the side and kind of jumps on her and pushes her out of the scene the other way.

We heard her voice, very small, say, “ow, he’s poking his claws in, ow!”

So we go to help the rescue efforts. The rescue dudes gather up three golden bear cubs to make the bear comfortable, and three chimpanzees to grab Mandy.

Unfortunately, it’s takes them half an hour to do it.

We finally head for the kitchen through the back entrance, and there’s about a foot of crystal-clear water everywhere. My focus is drawn like a laser to a sparkling silver frog, just sitting under the water.

Then we open the kitchen door, and see nothing but the butcher block table. There is nothing but that table and water.

Then her arm comes crashing into view, engulfed immediately by a huge cloud of blood.

It was very sad, in the dream. I haven’t had the tv on yet today. Is she ok?

Now here’s the real question: what the HELL is wrong with me? I’ve been having the weirdest, most disturbing dreams of my life lately.

And I going crazy/ier? Is it (shoosh! it’s NOT a too-mahh). Maybe it just transition.

Alrighty, I go now to transform my “Me and Me Alone” group into a “Dream and Dream Alone” group, so if you want to share your strange dreams, c’mon over.