I wanted to be the clown... from the mailbox perspective

The title of this entry is what my wife told me the other night while she was sleeptalking. She was very adamant about the fact that she wanted to be the clown. Apparently there were several roles she could have played; however, the one that she would have preferred, the clown, was somehow denied her. Perhaps in a perspective other than the mailbox perspective, she would have been able to fulfill her goal of being the clown. Alas, we will never know unless she falls back asleep into that dream again.