And the winner is...
Yikes. Um. I'm dreaming too much. You know, I'm the type of person that rarely dreams while sleeping. Anymore, I don't have a very active imagination for it I thought. Whew, my mind takes me for a loop. Ever since I got home from school, I've been having dreams like crazy. Er rather, as my psych classes would say, I'm remembering the dreams I have more vividly. Well there's the one I've been having every night now about winning the lottery. Which is spooky because my Tarot says I'll be coming into a lot of money, by chance, in the near future. Freak-ee. Anyway, I had that one last night. And two others. After both of them I woke up. First one was all first-slayer-attacks-you-in-your-dreams-creepy-wierd-ike. Complete with my own cheese man. *shudder*.
Then the other. Man, that was crazy! Somehow, someone "discovered" me and decided to put me in a major motion picture. Some big gay romance. And I was the leading actor. And my supporting actor, who in the movie plays the man who was previously straight and then realizes he's not and falls in love with me, is this hot peurto-rican guy, who has a french accent (?). So somehow, it fastforwards through actually making the movie and to the premiere. I got my handprints at Gramin's. And I'm watching the movie, and the guy who was in the movie with me is sitting beside me. I look down, and his knee is touching mine. Fast-forward to the Academy Awards, which we've both been nominated for. I win mine, get up there and give my speech. Then he wins and on stage proclaims his love for me and comes down and gives me this huge kiss on live national TV. And everyone's all clapping and stuff. So I'm rich, famous, and am in love with this hot, sweet, sensitive guy. And I've won an academy award. And then I woke up. Grr.
Yeah, so. *blink blink* Huh? What the hell? I've gotta stop eating chocolate before bed. Stupid mind playing evil little dream-tricks on me. *glares at forhead*
Yippee! I'm supposed to get my new car next week! Whoop!!!!
Then the other. Man, that was crazy! Somehow, someone "discovered" me and decided to put me in a major motion picture. Some big gay romance. And I was the leading actor. And my supporting actor, who in the movie plays the man who was previously straight and then realizes he's not and falls in love with me, is this hot peurto-rican guy, who has a french accent (?). So somehow, it fastforwards through actually making the movie and to the premiere. I got my handprints at Gramin's. And I'm watching the movie, and the guy who was in the movie with me is sitting beside me. I look down, and his knee is touching mine. Fast-forward to the Academy Awards, which we've both been nominated for. I win mine, get up there and give my speech. Then he wins and on stage proclaims his love for me and comes down and gives me this huge kiss on live national TV. And everyone's all clapping and stuff. So I'm rich, famous, and am in love with this hot, sweet, sensitive guy. And I've won an academy award. And then I woke up. Grr.
Yeah, so. *blink blink* Huh? What the hell? I've gotta stop eating chocolate before bed. Stupid mind playing evil little dream-tricks on me. *glares at forhead*
Yippee! I'm supposed to get my new car next week! Whoop!!!!