Sarah Palin Cut a Bug out of My Hair

Too many chocolate cookies combined with the latest Indiana Jones movie and staying up late to watch Saturday Night Live created the "Perfect Storm" that caused me to have one crazy dream last night.
There were bugs ~ BIG bugs ~ and I was trying to get away from them. I don't know what the real time was, but in the dream, I was avoiding them for a long, long time. Running. And scared of them catching me. They were like big beetles, with hard shells and pokey legs. ugh.
I finally out ran them I guess, and killed some in the process. The last of which was in my hair. The size of the bug and the crunchiness of it caused it to become this big hunk of crustiness that I just couldn't get out. I'm sure there were legs in there too. And insides.
I was sort of bent over, with hair in my face, keeping the hair with the bug chunk in it away from my head. It seems as though I searched and searched for someone to help me. But either no one would or there was no one around. I stumbled into a bathroom and found my good friend Sarah Palin. I was breathing hard and told her to PLEEZE! get this bug out of my hair. I handed her my pocket knife, knowing she'd have to cut it out. She was more that willing and even though I knew I'd be losing a considerable chunk of hair, it didn't matter because the priority was getting that nasty thing out and off of me.
Finally it was gone just as Elizabeth walked into our room to ask us about laundry. I was so glad to wake up and not have any of those bugs to worry about. And to still have my hair.