Sweet Dreams

For those of you who know me, I quite often have nightmares. Whether it be about ghosts, being chased, letting out internalized anger, or what have you, sweet dreams are hardly ever had by me…that is, until last night. I asked God for a pleasant dream and boy oh boy, nothing scary for once! I was in a dormitory somewhere and there was a guy down the hall who supposedly had a crush on me. He was a musician of some sort, and he’d constantly tell me about his band’s performances after he’d get home late at night. I never saw his face though, because he’d always be talking to me outside of my room. I decided to call my good friend B to tell her about him. She said she knew who he was and that she had just gone on a date with one of his bandmates! I was ecstatic as she informed me that their band was performing on TV. I was excited to see what this guy actually looked like so I surfed to the channel. Right when I was about to see his face, he comes walking in my room because my door was open. I freaked out because I would have been so embarrassed if he heard everything I had been saying about him so I started to scream and yell “OMG!” over and over again. He grabbed me by the shoulders and said “You have to calm down. Calm down.” You’d think at this point I would have looked up to see his face, but I didn’t. I hate when people tell me to calm down, but for some reason, I didn’t mind that time and I found that odd so being me, I was too busy analyzing why I wasn’t bothered instead of seeing what he looked like. Then, my alarm went off and I woke up.

Blech, 6AM and I had a 7:30AM flight. But I wanted to see his face!! So, I closed my eyes and drifted off into la la land hoping that my dream would continue.

And it did…

I’m sitting with my family somewhere in the dormitory and I suddenly get mad at my Dad because he used the N word (note, my Dad doesn’t even know what the N word is so this was completely random) and I was appalled. I was admonishing him and he kept telling me that he was joking, but I was upset that he would even think that a joke like that would be funny. My Mom, on her way out said “Happy Birthday” and I was shocked that I didn’t even realize it was my own birthday that day. Still upset, I went back to my room and got on the top bunk, which was my bed. Suddenly, a band walks into my room and starts serenading me! And of course, my crush was part of the group and I finally got to see his face! And, he got to see my non-made-up pajamas face. Lovely.

Okay, so he was not totally hot, but not totally not.

My brother had apparently hired them to perform for my birthday! Anyway, I got to hang with my band crush and we definitely hit it off. I felt high-schooly and giddy in my dream and I liked it.

Until…he morphed into JON GOSSELIN.

E to the W!

Whatever. Up until that point I loved my dream. I woke up and it was 6:30AM, but I didn’t care. I almost missed my flight, but that’s okay. I was in my happy place.

Book Review: Time Traveller's Wife

Oh. My. Gawd. 

People must have thought I was crazy on my flight into Denver this morning because I was sniffling and wiping tears for about 20 mins straight!  This book moves you to your very core.  For those who have been living under a rock and have no clue what this book/movie is about, it is a love story about a man who time travels and a young girl who later becomes his wife.  There are moments of bliss because their love for one another is so sweet and tender, moments of inspiration because the patience, understanding, and acceptance they unconditionally give to one another is so selfless, moments of anger because you can't believe such tragedy could happen to such wonderful people, and moments of reflection where you're just in awe of how the story unfolds and finally comes to an end.  I highly, highly recommend this book (not so much the movie)!  I do have to say though, my next book will be a chick-lit book; no more bawling my eyeballs out!

Rating: 10/10