Finally...a Dream!

It's been awhile that I posted about my dreams, but only because I could never remember them after I woke. Not so today though, and it was all about the prom. Kinda odd considering mine was back in 1991. So here goes... I was wearing a black sparkly dress that was actually very cool. For some reason we couldn't have it at the school, so we had it at a big restaurant. As we walked in, couples at a time, the food crowd applauded and cheered. My date was a guy that was pretty good looking, but no-one I know. I can see his face clearly in my head, but he doesn't remind me of anyone in reality. But I wanted him! He was 6'2", and I only know that because it was mentioned in the dream. Bah! Dreams are sooo much better than reality! Of course, my real prom was awesome. Went with Brett, the hottest guy in school! He had hair down to his ass, which was my thing back then. Now it doesn't matter. Long, short, bald...whatever.

DreamNation

A few days back I received an anonymous email asking me about my "Dream" posts, and wondered why I haven't mentioned one in awhile. The answer: no dreams worthy of posting. I guess the subconscious was working overtime to find a good one, and it did last night. It was actually pretty tame, but very realistic. One of those that you have think about whether it's true or not for the first few minutes after waking. So anyway, my main character was Michael Rapaport. Shocking huh :) We're at a party, not together, but end up meeting and it's love at first sight. So he loves me , I love him, it's all good. Time went by like it would in a normal relationship. Well, normal to me, which isn't saying much. So my first thought after waking was I'm so glad when a celeb isn't a dick! Then a few minutes pass and I realize that I don't know him, he could be a complete jackass. I've met a few that are... John Cusack for one... DICK! So, having sat here for the last hour wishing I could go back to sleep and continue my good life, I wonder about three things...

• Does love at first sight really happen?
• Is Michael Rapaport a decent human being?
• When is Michael gonna ask me to marry him??
  

Odd & Ends

Greetings from the Hoosier state! I don't really have one topic to delve into today, so I'm just going to touch on a few basics.

• Early this morning I bought my plane ticket for my vacation in September. Originally I was going to fly into Santa Ana, but instead I'll be dealing with LAX. That'll be a trip in itself I'm sure. The latter part of the trip will be spent in Hollywood, so it will be easier to deal with than traveling back to John Wayne airport. Woohoo!


• Normally I have excellent dreams, but not last night. I had 3 different terrible ones! The last one was the worst. I was trapped in a room, where there was a speaker and video camera. Someone on the other end wouldn't let me leave, and if I tried to open the door, the fire alarm went off. Hey, it was scary when I was dreaming it! lol People kept knocking on the door and I'd tell them what was happening, and they thought I was joking! Finally some dude helped me out. Love ensued, but I have no idea who this guy was. I remember the face, and it's not one I've seen before.

• Lastly, G.W. Bush! WTF is he doing? Bailing his friends out of trouble again. Yup, the elusive "Scooter" Libby had his prison sentence wiped clean by the one and only loser of the free world. Seems we need to rethink calling the US a "free world." It's taken a bit too literally.

I'm a pretty little heiress

I spend money all day long and worry about nothing. I'm a spender by day, and a socialite at night. Nothing can be better than this. *wake up* Back to reality! I'm a broke ass that doesn't go anywhere. But I have great friends and an amazing family. Life is good.

Invocation of a Dream

Just before I fall asleep at night, I silently wish for a great dream. Now of course by now you know about my television addiction, so it's no suprise that actors are frequently the object of desire in my dreams. Last night it was Jared Padalecki. Yum-O! He was hanging around some dude that I just couldn't stand, so I tried to ditch him many times. I ended up having a car race with him, and Jared was his passenger. So we're driving close to another, and I ram the drivers side trying to kill this dude I hate. Their car flips and stops short of bursting into flames. So I run over there to see if Jared is ok. He's fine, and says to me "what are you doing tonight?" I know he's wanting to bone me, but I had plans for the night. So I tell him I'm busy but I'm free the next night. He asks me how he can get a hold of me, and I say "don't worry babe, I'll find you." Then I wake up. What kind of crap is that? First of all, I hate driving super fast, and I certainly never call anyone "babe". It's a shame that my dreams are soo much better than my realities. But I sure do love having them!

Agent Lizard

I think it's time for me to admit to myself that I watch toooo much television. Yes, that's right, another dream. Last night I was an agent with NCIS. Gibbs, DiNozzo and McGee were all there. It starts off with me running after Ari. I finally catch him, and shoot him dead. Or, so I thought. I meet up with the guys, and lo and behold, Ari comes running after me. McGee trips him, and we all get away. A little while later, I'm talking with Gibbs, and Ari pops up. I freak out, and Gibbs jumps in front of me just when Ari shoots. He took a bullet in the shoulder for me. DiNozzo shoots Ari, and we then put him on a slab to run him through a 5000 degree flaming cooker. Dead at last. We all start walking back to the office, and Ari jumps in front of us yet again. Turns out the guy running the cooker thing turned it off the moment we turned around, so Ari was fine. So McGee tackles him and stabs him in the eye. This time, he's dead...really. So then we all go to Gibb's house to eat. He's cooking steak and baked potato's for us, and while doing so, I start crying and apologize for almost getting him killed. He hugs me, and that's it. I woke up. I tell ya, my fantasy dream life is much better than my real life. Of course I've added them all to my list.

Another Good One

I'm such a lucky dreamer. Last night I had another great one. This time it was all about Victor Garber. Yes I am a big fan of his work, and I absolutely love Justice. In my dream, he was himself, but with the personality of his Justice character, Ron Trott. Can we say HOT!?! Of course, many of the details I can't discuss here, I don't think my site host would allow it ;) If I am remembering correctly, I think I read somewhere that when you often dream of sex &/or love, it is because you crave it, or simply have just been without it. I think I'm in the latter group of that one. Go figure. So, per tradition, I've added him to my list. He's definitely a stud.

Dream Sequence

For the last couple weeks I have been having pretty much the same dream. Not exactly the same, but with the same concept. Being in love. Last night it was about that guy from "the Bachelor." I only watched that show a couple times, so I'm kinda confused why he was involved. Seems that my dreams are better than reality. Faithful, funny... too bad reality isn't like that. For me anyway. So for 5 seconds after waking up, there is a sense of happiness. Then it sinks in, it was only a dream. Then I get all pissed off that I woke up, and spend my day thinking about why I can't have in real life what I have in fantasy land. Depressing indeed. Go Figure.

The Annoying Reality

Last night I had a dream, and it was a damn good one. Pierce Brosnan was there, but in it his name was Parker. Not sure if that was his first or last name, but that is what everyone called him. Very strange, but we were in love. Go figure. I mean, he was desperately in love with me. The fun part was that he was a high school shop teacher. I have no idea what that was about. And of course there was sex. GOOD sex. So just imagine how pissed off I was when I finally woke up, interrupting this situation. I never thought of Brosnan like that before, but now, he's on my list. Yeah, he's a stud.