Husband Clothes

Shall I acquaint you with the Angelina Jolie kids before telling you about the odd dream I had? I suppose that would be best–lest things get confusing. (This would be a fun topic for my husband to review, seeing as how he didn’t even know who she WAS until I TOLD him. And he did work on “Mr. and Mrs. Smith.” No excuse for that whatsoever. But moving right along…)

Okay, there are six of them: cute Maddox from Cambodio,  sassy and adorable Zahara from Ethiopia, Pax from Vietnam. Then the biological Angelina Jolie kids–twins Island Marcheline and Amiele Jane, and of course, Shiloh. (Read this wikipedia entry under children for more details on the Angelina Jolie Kids.)

ANYWAY, in my dream, basically I applied to be a teacher for the Jolie Pitt family. For the kids. But for some reason, instead, I ended up teaching Angelina. What was I teaching her? Russian language. Why? I have no idea.

The dream gets stranger from here. I was really excited to go to the Jolie-Pitt mansion. I thought, “How awesome, I get to see the kids and stuff. I get to get all chummy with Angelina! COOL.” No, no, no. First of all, there were no kids anywhere. BUT there were many attendants. They were all young, beautiful foreign girls. (I’m happy to say that I became good friends with two of them within one hour of being in the mansion. My dream didn’t reveal details on how these friendships developed, but they did, and that makes me feel popular.)

SO,  what was it like teaching Angelina? Well, it was rather demoralizing. First, Angelina insisted on walking around as we studied Russian together. Plus, she insisted on walking in front of me. Therefore, as I kept trying to teach her, I was looking at the back of her head. This felt very embarrassing, but it’s Angelina Jolie–what was I going to do, threaten to quit teaching her? Don’t think so.

I kept saying things like “Here’s how to say ‘my name is Angelina’…now repeat after me...” But instead of repeating what I said in Russian, she just would sort of look back at me with an expression that clearly indicated she’d prefer if I just shut up. So finally I DID shut up. But then she started screaming and crying. (I was thinking “Man do I feel sorry for Brad Pitt.”) Then I asked my new best friends why Angelina was crying, and they said, “Oh, she always screams and cries.”

This dream clearly indicates that I have a complex–some sort of inferiority thing going on. Or maybe it’s a “women get upset when their husands are gone for long periods of time” thing due to my husband working out of town right now. However, there was no indication that Brad was gone for a long time. Also, Brad is not Angelina’s husband, technically speaking. So, in a nutshell, very strange dream and no logical explanation.

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