#the cutlet

Most of my dreams, when I remember them, are pretty strange. Not Harry Potter strange, but odd nonetheless. One of them a few weeks ago featured a dance break, lots of location-hopping, and Timothy Olyphant. Of course. 

Last night, I dreamt a lumpy Jay Cutler was being run out of town by Bears fans. Note: I am not a Bears OR a Cuts fan (if you can't see, my avatar's wearing a GB jersey), hadn't been watching football or reading about him, and had absolutely no reason for him to make an appearance as I slept, but there he was. The scene that's somehow still with me was of him in these rosy-pink linen or cargo shorts and a tannish t-shirt, walking toward KCav and the Cutlet, who were holding hands. KCav's hair hung in long curls and she wore white pants. She held the Cutlet's hand, and Jay grabbed his other one, and they slowly, sadly, made their way out of Soldier Field.