Gretta Chambers?

I guess it must have been the English contributions to the debate on Reasonable Accomodation, live on CBC Radio.

Gretta Chambers is responsible for driving a large truck, in this totally pointless dream. I can't remember any details or context. But the truck kept changing. Sometimes a garbage truck. Sometimes a moving van.

Jean Coutu, the torturing dentist

So William Hurt is playing the role of a friendly pharmacist, in the daytime. Walking around in his white coat, all friendly, beaming. But I see him, in my camera-eye dream, going upstairs, in his white coat, into a room. There, three men in dentist chairs, in a variety of states. An assistant is cleaning the torture instruments. A dead body in the corner. I wake. Immy is screaming in the next room.

David Byrne impressionist

A friend of ours was doing a David Byrne impression in a small nightclub. We were watching him perform a song from "Stop Making Sense", in which he uses his hands as talking puppets.

Farm houses, cats and kittens

I was driving through a country village with large houses. Although I was alone, I was with someone else... we were talking about the farm houses. My companion pointed out a farm, and explained that there they performed medical tests on kittens.

A short while later, my companion pointed out another farm house where they bred cats and raised kittens for testing. I pulled over and sneaked into the house. It was messy and comfortable, full of heirlooms. I went upstairs to a room containing cages; each cage contained a cat and most cats had kittens.

One cage contained a small, blackish cat. My companion explained that this was the male cat. I opened the cage and let him out into the room. Then I decided to leave the house via the window so no one would see me. But the window was too high, so I went back down the stairs.

Halfway down the stairs, I met up with a woman who asked me what I was doing in there. I told her I was there to visit someone, but realized that I was in the wrong house, that I was very embarrassed and was now leaving. I left the house, got into the car and drove away.

Bring on the dancing uncles

I dreamed that my uncle was the lead singer of Echo and the Bunnymen.

Borsao 2006

Nothing much to say on this one, that we haven't said before. Delightful.

Damn, that girl is fast. She already blog on dis.

Drinky spice: Borsao Campo de Borja

I don't usually trust what they put on sale at the SAQ. But today the stroller was wide and the babies were restless, so I just grabbed the first shiny bottle that stacked near the door [ a couple weeks ago I backed the monster stroller into a stack of bottles at the SAQ... heh heh heh...].

Well, damn, I came up with Borsao, Campo de Borja, 2006, a fresh 'n' tasty little bottle. It comes on all shy, and then, just when you think it's, oh, all right, she hits you with a little tickle of spice.