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Issue date: 4/2/09 Section: Blogs

Over the weekend, I was pretty sick. And not the "oh-man-I-shouldn't-have-had-that-much-to-drink sick," but the sick where all you want to do is call your mom and whine on the phone because you ache and have pain all over.

Luckily, growing up in a household of six, I learned to fend for myself and was never the whiney kid who couldn't look after herself, even if she was sick.

So, what did I do? I set myself up with a steaming bowl of tomato soup. It cleared my throat, pumped some sodium into my veins and tasted yummy.

I didn't want to take any medication because half the time I have a negative reaction to it, and spending my weekend inside a hospital was just not in the cards.

I made the couch into a bed and snuggled in for an "X-Files" marathon. Now, I'm going to pump the brakes here because, while you may deny it, I know some of you love "X-Files" as much do I. And, if not, I know there are "Lost" freaks out there, or those dedicated to "Heroes," or even "Star Trek" or "Star Wars" or "Battlestar Galactica" or … Yes, I know some of you are even into old reruns of "3rd Rock from The Sun."

I pick out an episode of the sci-fi show and put it on. I fully expected to be dazed throughout the entire thing and asleep before the end.

But I was enthralled by this episode where one of the two main characters, Agent Mulder, keeps having these odd dreams about his sister, who was kidnapped when he was young. It turns out that this mass murder was getting into Mulder's brain and morphing his thoughts, but I digress.

In the episode, his partner, Agent Scully, reminds him of something he used to say when they first started out together, seven years ago: "Dreams are answers to questions you haven't yet learned how to ask."

This got me thinking, and evidently penetrated the dreaming center of my brain, because, as I knew I would, I fell asleep just as the episode was ending.

I proceeded to have a dream about an old man who was approaching me, saying he loved me. It wasn't the "Love ya" kind of thing. It was the "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you," sort of thing. And. he wasn't hot-old like Harrison Ford or George Clooney. He was a crusty old grandpa on the corner who had cloudy eyes and smelled like lentil soup. Ew. Gross.

Going with Mulder's theory of this dream being the answer to a question I don't know how to ask … Do I secretly want to fall in love with old grandpa-like men?

When I awoke, I was weirded out. I must have looked funny, because my sister said so. I explained to her about my dream and all she could do was laugh.

I pray that this was some sort of weird dream one has when one is sick, and not my subconscious speaking to me, or giving me answers.

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