OK, today's post title is a little unwieldy, but I only spent about 30 seconds thinking up a good Tom Cruise pun. The guy is a big weirdo, but hey, he's pretty yummy in the Mission: Impossible movies. And you have to be living under a rock (or busy worshipping Xenu) to be unaware that MI3 came out this weekend. Although I'd love to give my business to the Neptune, I can't resist going to Cinerama, which has mysteriously reopened just a few weeks after it was mysteriously closed for repairs, and slated to reopen in November. I'll just be on the lookout for exposed wires and gaping holes in the floor. And, because you've all been so good, I'll tell you about a dream I had Saturday night. Now, I had spent all Saturday in the lab toiling away on my dissertation research, so that probably whacked my brain a little. Maybe I inhaled something? Who knows. Anyway, I had a dream that David Duchovny wanted to be my smooch buddy - usually a good thing, right? Except that dream David was in full-on drag. Bright red lipstick, heels, sparkly evening gown, the works. Although I have celebrity dreams with some regularity, this is the first time Mr. Duchovny has appeared on my REM stage. I'll have to see what Freud says about once yummy, now a little weird actors in drag. Maybe this is the start of a trend, and tonight I'll dream of Harrison Ford in a muumuu.