A dream

I met James from Metallica last night in my dreams.  We were at a home a bit like a dorm hall, with a main living area large enough for a small stage. In the dream it was my home, but I definitely didn’t recognize it. There were other rock dignitaries around (couldn’t tell you who), because for some reason we were there for a showcase of some band. During a break I was reading medical textbooks (I don’t go to med school!) and James had a hurt look on his face since I had wandered off.  Then everyone was sitting on the floor to watch this band who was evidently famous but also really short. I know this because after I laid down on my stomach next to where James was sitting on the floor (which I don’t do since I have breasts which prohibits this sort of posture), and after he started playing with my hair (which was much longer than usual but still had the curls on the end which when I was a cute little girl were called ringlets but now as a grown woman who is the same height she was when she was 12 is called naturally wavy hair), and after I had put my hand on his leg, I commented that the band was shorter than I expected, and since I am so short I was the expert on the matter.

James then launched into a speech which included things like: although I was an “itty bitty thing” I was big on integrity (or something like that) and that I was a good example of staying true to yourself (or something like that) and that we should “bump ships” sometime. Dream me was confused about exactly what he meant by that, and then he clarified about it not meaning sex, but more like getting together to hang out.

So then suddenly I’m meeting him on a busy street for our “date” (I got the impression it was in L.A. which, since I’ve only been there once, I have no idea how I knew that), and I’ve stared into his eyes and placed my hand on his chest and told a story about how a friend and I used to watch Metallica videos and argue about who was more attractive, (which I’ve never done) and he asked who did we decide? And I said based on my gorgeous fingernail polish (Giovanna by Zoya) it was obviously me, which both dream me and dream James thought was funny, since we both laughed.

 

 

-the joke was that my friend and I were arguing over which one of us was more attractive, not which one of the Metallica band members, guess you had to be there-

And then I switched over to a Champion store, where there was a lot of merchandise on sale because they’d had a flood in the store and where I spent a lot of money on non-flood damaged clearance stuff that I would never wear or want.

 

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I never remember my dreams.  The fact that I remember this, to the point of some of the phrases that were said (bump ships?) means that I wasn’t fully asleep but rather in some half sleep half-awake state, which helps to explain why, when the alarm on my phone went off in the morning, I wanted to throw it against the wall, and yawned all the way to campus, and every time I drove by a Starbucks or a Dunkin’ Donuts or a BK I thought I really should pull in and get a coffee but never did, and wanted to shoot the tires of the car ahead of me because its gas pedal seemed to be broken. (Don’t do that at home, kids). It also might explain why when I finally pulled into a parking space and “Hail to the King” came on I thought for a moment it was Metallica, when it’s really Avenged
Sevenfold. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DelhLppPSxY

I’d say I hope I get some actual sleep tonight, but then I might miss meeting someone else.