too much tabloid-reading

I've been both distracted by other things and not remembering many of my dreams lately. That's too bad, since I know I've had some very strange ones--I just can't remember them. All I remember of last night's was that I was comforting a rather distraught Suri Cruise (??)*. I don't know why she was distraught or why I was there with her, but I felt very self-satisfied, like the Cool, Understanding Aunt. I have no idea what I said to her, but it felt like a very profound nugget of wisdom that every little girl should hear but that few were lucky enough to be told.



*I think this might have been inspired by having spent some time recently plunged down the rabbit hole otherwise known as The Sun**. They seem to have an unhealthy obsession with the little tyke's wardrobe and sleep/wake schedule.
**Follow that link at your own risk. Side effects may include schadenfreude, nausea, confusion, and disappearance of significant amounts of time.