I hope this doesn't put me into the Colbalt Duck category. If you don't know him, then you are all the better for it. Cause I'm not a crazed fan who has dream after dream of anybody so this one I had of Sarah just happened to be one of those random odd ones I have.


I was at some sort of NPR type gathering where Sarah was being interviewed and doing a short commentary like she does on the radio. When she got near the end, and I know it was the end because she had finished and I rewound the dream and all the same events replayed. She was at one point and stopped talking and asked the audiance what was the strange noise she heard.

Turns out this guy had brought along a surprise. He was dressed like your typical career college sophmore with his wanna be dread locks under a knit cap and the hole in the knees jeans, black sweater and flip flops. Need I mention the scruffy beard and glasses?

He held up this cardboard box that had three guinea pigs in it. Sarah jumped up from her seat, came down off the stage and picked up on of them. I thought she was allergic to everything but she was hugging the furball to her neck, near the clip on micropone, so the crowd could hear the squeaks they make. She was having a good ole time even asked the guy is he brought them so she could autograph them.


Any who, make what ever you want of it. Either I'm fixated on furry no tailed rats, or Sarah. But if this is some sort of death omen, then perhaps that means I'm going to be killed in a public place by a short brunette girl dressed in black.
or I just want to have sex with my mother... (for all you Freud types out there)

Just thought i"d share.