Last night I dreamed I lived in a luxurious mountain cabin with yellow sofas. Also, someone was stalking me. At some point my friend, Tiffany, and I uncovered their stalker-y plan for dastardy deeds. We were locking all the windows when, out of nowhere, a surfer boy appeared in my living room and offered me his lucky blue hockey puck for protection. It was covered in sand (naturally) and bore a resemblance to the timepieces in Dalí’s The Persistence of Memory. My own less persistent memory is fuzzy on what happened next, but I’m pretty sure good conquered over evil.
I’m no expert, but it’s clear to me this latest dream means I should admit defeat and buy an iphone, if only so I can buy the Jubilee iphone cover by Kate Spade. Between the cheery yellow and the, well, you know, it’s the stuff my dreams are made of.