Dream On

I had quite a vivid dream last night. When I say vivid, I mean a dream so entirely realistic you feel that you are actually living it... Okay, so perhaps realistic is not the right terminology. But real. It feels real. You know the one I'm referring to... the one you hope is real or pray is not. This one was the former.

I haven't remembered many dreams as of late. I hope that means I'm sleeping well. But last night, in one night... get ready... I was named Sweetheart of a fraternity that does not exist at my alma mater and congratulated by people I have not been in contact with since High School, I was rescued from such a congratulatory mob by quite the handsome college coed of whom I have secretly admired from a distance for four years, I met Kenny Chesney when said coed and I escaped for drinks and then flew out to Key West for a concert in which KC only sang John Mayer songs. Go figure. Island Girl, I'm sorry you couldn't be with me. 

In any case, more excitement than I've seen in some time now. And when I rolled over to my singing alarm this morning, I was more than a little irritated. 

While I've taken a select few Psychology courses, I've yet to discover the meaning of dreams. I'm sure you can find many meanings (good and bad) behind the curious saga that I encountered in one night, but I'm okay with this. I'll take more of the good and less of the bad (of which I have had my fair share this week) and keep dreaming. It's what I do. 

I hope tonight's dream world serves to be as entertaining as last's. In the real world, I'm off to another wedding weekend and another trip back home for said wedding. Exciting, yes. Exhausting, yes. Another witness to the race of life as I've come to see it. Maybe this is why I find such solace in my dreams. There, I can be whoever I want, where ever I want, with whomever I want, with zero responsibility. That's my favorite part. Zero responsibility. 

ha. right. dream on Classy....