Dreamt that my sweetheart and I were working in the Peace Corps together… and after our year was up, it turned out that there was a TV spy from some European reality television show. We’d become big celebrities overseas… I was annoyed, because for some reason, they didn’t need my permission to film us. No signatures or contracts were collected before putting us on the air.
The upside of it was that after the show became wildly popular, a huge surge in volunteer work and peace corps-type activities took place. I recall that my beloved was really disappointed in Conan O’Brien. “I thought he would be funny… but he’s a big dumbass. All he talks about is ‘does my hair look ok to you?’… And he smells like sardines. The band is really nice, though– they showed me how to do a chord that I’ve been trying to figure out for a long time.” < -approximate dream quote. To be fair, Conan did smell like a stinky, long-dead fish...bad enough to make my eyes water. Sweetheart taught English and crop skills to the people we were working with... My instruction was also English and assorted engineering stuff, like building houses. I remember it being very difficult, lots of hands-on but quite rewarding. Our two-person hut was tiny, but somehow, we had room for about 200 books, our bed, and each other. On a wholly other note - this is a lot of fun…I like having a coffee-hungry nun attacked by scissors while trying to circumnavigate large muffins. Turn off the sound, if you’re at work!