Well...it's something of a miracle. I finished my Halloween sewing two days early. This is pretty much unheard of in my house - but I'm not complaining.
I'm amazed, but not complaining.
In other weirdness, I had another bizarro dream this morning. Did you ever wake up from a dream where something made you angry in the dream and you wake up absolutely furious? Well, that was me this morning.
I dreamt that Barack Obama asked me out on a date, so of course I accepted - what am I, dumb? Apparently so, because he was taking me out to the Celebrity Rehab place to have dinner with Gary Busey (who frankly scares the bejeezus out of me) only when we got there, Gary was no where to be found. Instead, those girls from that show The Hills were there. After looking around, Obama said, "It's not clean enough to eat here."
So we left of the campaign bus and traveled sixty-some years back in time...to get an ice cream cone. We had a lovely time eating ice cream and chatting and just when it seemed like he was about to kiss me...he confessed how much he loves his wife.
I woke up right then and oh my God, was I pissed!!! Irrationally enraged. And then I laid there for a minute and thought about how ridiculous it was. It's not like I have a crush on him or anything...and yet there I was all cranky at 5 am because Barack loves Michelle more than me. My husband, however, thought it was hilarious.
I don't think there's any deep underlying meaning here - I think it just means that I'm on election overload. For another author having even better Barack Obama dreams, check out Jen Armintrout's blog.
Tuesday can't come soon enough!
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I have to be honest here, Chris... aren't you a little in love with Michelle Obama, too? She can rock a strand of pearls like Jackie O, is all I'm saying.
That's better than the one I had last night! Thanks for the morning chuckle!
I'm off to check Jen's dream.
Verrrrrry strange. Think I'm glad that I don't dream. Or at least my dreams are not the kind you can discuss on a public blog.
HA!!!
Bron you never told me the WHOLE dream. THAT IS FREAKIN HYSTERICAL. I have to say that the Gary Bussey thing was a great touch. Seriously, I'd be clutching my dinner knife with him around. How bizzare is he???
Nice pumpkin photos too, girl!
And I agree with Jen. Michelle Obama is a class act all the way.
Yay for getting all your costumes made:)
Congrats on the sewing. And your dream sounds as weird as some of mine!
You are too funny:)
I'm trying to remember what mom says.. something about everyone in the dream representing different aspects of your Self.
So... what part of you is Barack and what part is Michelle - two portions of your psyche that are obviously loyal and paired for the best reasons.
This is what I'm going with because I just had a dream that I got Kat pregnant but she never told me. Then she shows up on my door step as my new next door neighbor, with toddler in tow.
The kid had blue eyes and my black curls.
Then in the cliche lesbian way, we end up raising the baby together as friends but ultimately fall in love - it was the worst Uber Xena fanfiction to ever my subconscious.
Scared the fuckin hell out of me.
Quite frankly Gary Busey and his brother both scare the snot out of me.
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