I read somewhere the no one wants to read about blogs about dreams. But when I woke up blogging in my head this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep for fear I would forget this dream, I knew you’d want to know about it to. Dreams are a mixed up collection of all the things we think about during the day, put back in a puzzle piece by piece, in a way that our sleeping mind says makes more sense that it does when we’re awake.
So there was a midget Mark Ruffalo
He was trying to talk to me, but my back hurt from having to bend down so low. I picked him up and placed him on a table so that we could be at eye level. He jingled when I picked him up.
“Why am I so short?” he asked me. “Will women like me? Will I ever grow?”
As short as he was, he was also cute. And I felt sorry for him. “It might be too late for you to grow anymore,” I said “but some women like short men. And you are Mark Ruffalo.”
Then it ended and I woke up and knew immediately that this was very important. A window into my psyche. Information about Mark Ruffalo’s body image issues that even he doesn’t know he has. Information about him moonlighting as a cowboy with enough BLING to look like an Elvis impersonator.
And the big question I struggle with daily: Do women like short men? Yes and no. I don’t like someone’s nose in my boobs when they hug me. Although the Mark Ruffalo cowboy midget was even shorter than that. But if someone is really nice, height is not really the most important issue. Then again, if someone is so short that I can pick them up and put them on a table, as handy as that is, I have trouble seeing them as an adult.
Unless of course, you’re Mark Ruffalo. Then I might take you home and keep you as my pet.
So who says dreams aren’t important enough to blog about?