Speaking of dreaming, last night I had a really funny one that I had to jot down notes about. I also shared it with my husband.

In my dream, I received a copy of a completed doctor's form meant to be sent to Social Security, in regards to my disability. I read through the doctor's responses, and they were glowing reports of how well I'm doing. When I reached the end, I was perplexed that my usual beloved psychiatrist wasn't the one to complete the form. Instead, some doctor I didn't know signed it. The name was "Dr. Ketuchentuchen".

Whoa, that was a strange name! Who in the heck is that!?!?

The form included the doctor's office phone number, so I called it to inquire. When the office staff member answered, I asked "Can I speak to Dr. Ketuchentuchen?" In response, she replied:

"No, he's not here, but I can connect you with Dr. Fluffamuffin."

I confess that I was quite amused, not only by the rhyming names and general absurdity of them, but that we used to call one of our old parrots "Mr. Fluffamuffin". After telling my husband about the above dream, I said "And we always wanted one of our kids to become a doctor."

[Our "kids" have only ever been parrots.]