I am the Queen of Bizarro Dreams. They can get pretty trippy sometimes.
Last night’s dreams weren’t so much trippy as they were just plain weird and random. I won’t bore you with the details of the four day trip to London which included me complaining about not getting to see Big Ben and Parliament (and, yes, making a lame Chevy Chase/European Vacation joke), missing the flight back, and then driving through the somewhat post-apocalyptic English Countryside. That was nothing.
The strange dream was the one where I realized that Hubby had decided that he had imprinted (you Twilight fans know what I’m talking about) on a 20-something gal and that he didn’t want to be married to me anymore. So what did I do? I enlisted the help of the guy that was dumped by the 20-something gal. We decided that we would act like we were okay with the whole imprinting thing and then make Hubby and Gal believe that we were in love with each other in the hopes of making them jealous. The Object of My Fake Affection?
Hey, don’t judge me. He wasn’t wearing that stupid bandana and had on very little guyliner. Trust me, he was way hotter in my dream than in real life.
…seriously. Where does this crap come from??