Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

The other night I had a dream that I was on a SWAT team, trying to take down this evil lunatic with green glowing eyes tearing up a high school. There was some kind of treasure to be found there that he needed to hatch his evil master plan; it was a very Marvel Comics-like plot. (I was also a smokin’ hot Welsh guy instead of myself, but that's hardly the point).

Only problem is, I reach into my pocket where my gun is supposed to be, and I pull out my hairbrush. The one with the wooden handle. So I'm freaking out, not only because I'm totally unprepared—this maniac could come at me, stomping his metal mechanical feet and shooting green lasers from his eyes!—but mostly I don't want my fellow team members to know that I forgot my gun, so I'm kind of hiding my shooting hand behind me (still holding the hairbrush, mind you) and trying to look very busy listening to my in-ear walkie talkie.

You know the gesture: finger to the ear, head tilted towards the floor, eyes looking ahead, walking quickly, very serious and rushed.

John Corbett was on my team and I remember wondering why he didn't cut his damn hair already.

Allison said that maybe this dream means I feel unprepared. I wouldn't say that's too far off.

Doesn't make it any less weird though.