Dream Diary: “Alan”

I was out of my depth hosting a radio interview with a horde of psychologists.

“But did you control for the influence of men?” I asked, thinking this was a good question.

“No, Alan,” the psychologists laughed. “We did not.” They called me ‘Alan’ every time I said something ignorant.

I could not get rid of the upstairs neighbor’s cat, which was called “Anus.”

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