Now that I'm sleeping through the night, I've gotten back to completing REM cycles. Which means I've had me a couple dreams. Last week after dreaming of Susan Lucci, I had me another dream. And boy was it good. I dreamed I was back in Davis County (which really is a lovely place to live. Miss it much). It turned out that we were living in a new neighborhood (where Chelsea just bought a lovely townhome) and all of Dan's siblings were living there (we each had our own townhomes all in a row).
Jill came in while we were eating breakfast and informed us that Brad and Angelina had just moved in next door.
"Really!? How do you know!?" I screamed (my star-obsessed true feelings bubbling forth).
"I just talked to Brad," she said.
"You talked to Brad!??? Brad Pitt? You spoke with him!?!? Did he say anything back!? Who started the conversation? You or Brad? Brad! OH MY GOSH! BRAD PITT! The Pitts! Next door!" I said--er, screamed/ranted.
Jill remained totally calm. "Yeah, he asked if we like to play soccer at the park around here."
"Did you tell him we love soccer? Did you invite him over!?" I plead.
"No. We don't really play soccer."
"So! Lie! Go back! When are we going to see them!? Can I hold their twins? Do they know we have twins!? What did you say to him? Was it really Brad? Did you see Angelina? How does she get her baby weight off so fast!!?" I yelled frantically.
That's how it went until I woke up. And no, I never got to talk to him myself.
image from here.