Thursday, August 5, 2010

Last Night's Dream

Ok, my dream last night was super duper realistic. And when I say realistic, I don't mean it was logical and would have happened in real life. I mean, when I woke up I was surprised and upset that it wasn't real.

It started when my parents dropped me off drivers ed. There, I got my blue slip and I drove myself home. Already, that's not possible, but whatever. And even though my driver's ed class is at night, it was super bright outside. Whatever.

So anyway, once I started driving, the road got all mixed up and I was going like all over the place and it was weird so I decided to stop somewhere. I’m pretty sure there’s a Royal Farms in front of Target, but in my dream it was a furniture shop with a gas station outside. Ummmm ok. So I went inside to buy some gum, but there wasn’t any because it was a furniture store. So this guy that worked there that was super duper uber hot went outside and got me some gum because apparently they sold gum outside the furniture store. Uhh ok? Anyway he asked me if I wanted Dentyne or some random nonexistent brand that I can’t remember the name of. I picked the nonexistent brand. And yea Hot Furniture Store Guy and me totally had a thing. I called my parents to pick me up and when they got there, my uncle was there with them.

So blah blah we went back home and for some reason we went to our old apartments in Woodmill Place instead of the house we live in now. My uncle was visiting but my friends Alexa, I think Melissa, and some other random girls that I can't put my finger on were there. We were all in my room (which was super decked out and was all pink) and Alexa was showing us her wedding dress.... which wasn't white. It was blue and green and looked more like a casual sundress. And then Melissa showed up in the same dress. So we made those the bridesmaid dresses instead. Yea.

Then somehow my bags were already packed and we all left for Canada. Yes, Canada. I didn't even tell my parents, I just left. Alexa was driving. I called my parents and told them about me going to Canada and if it was ok since my uncle was visiting. They were like ok whatever. THAT WOULD NOT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE! EVEN IF I WAS JUST GOING TO A PARTY 10 MINUTES AWAY! I don't even know why we were going to Canada. I'm assuming it was for Alexa's bachelorette party but I'm just assuming, it was never said in my dream. But we were also going to Paris or something because then one of the other girls was like "OMG I can't believe we're going to Paris. I wanna see the Eiffel Tower." Uhh ok? I could have sworn that 5 minutes ago we were going to Canada. And we never once got on a plane.

So yea we reached customs and we had to stop in a building. This is super weird because when you're driving to Canada you stop at a thing that looks like a toll booth and you show them your passports and you go. That's it. There's no building so wtf was happening in my dream, idk. Maybe we drove to Paris, but that's highly unlikely.

Anyway, in the building we all took showers or something and I took like forever (that is realistic forrealz). And then we had like a giant water fight in the locker rooms with some guy in a giant green and yellow dino suit. Or something like that.

And then we were all ushered into a giant lecture hall and all of our friends were sitting at the very top in the back row. And for some reason we had to dress up empty water bottles with mouse ears and nose, but no tail.

J.K Rowling was doing a Q&A or something. Everybody HAD to ask a question and we were given pre-written question cards for us to ask. I don't remember what everyone else's questions were but my question had something to do with chocolate. I asked Rowling the question and she started rambling about how she grows her own cacao beans and how she has the finest chocolate. She started talking like Willy Wonka, except she still looked like J.K Rowling.

Uhhhhh. Ok.

Then we were all in our hotel room. There were at least 10 girls but we were all in one hotel room. I don't know why. But the room was super duper cool! It was pink and green and purple and blue and it was just awesome in general. And we started gushing about Alexa's wedding and how awesome our bridesmaid dresses were. And that's it. It was never mentioned who Alexa was getting married to (sorry Alexa, I'm not psychic). And that was the end of my dream.

Also while we were gushing about Alexa's wedding and during our car ride to Canada, I was on my laptop for a while. I was internet stalking Mr. Hot Furniture Store Guy and his name was Mikael Naus. See, I can even internet stalk in my DREAMS! I just looked up Mikael Naus on google (in real life) and his Twitter popped up, and from the picture he kinda sorta looks like the guy from my dream, except with shorter hair. I hope Mikael Naus never reads my blog because he would think I was a creep.

Anyway, I really hope my assumption was wrong and that it was not Alexa's bachelorette party, because it kinda sucked. Any bachelorette party where you're sitting in a lecture hall (even if it's a Q&A with J.K. Rowling) is probably not fun.

THAT'S MY DREAM! KTHXBAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2 comments:

BQ Ninja said...

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Tyusha said...

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That's all I have to say.

That and, I hope that I was invited to this suckish bachelorette party!