If dreams are really supposed to shed insight into who you really are then I am abandoning all my self-help books and I'm giving up reflecting because dude! I don't want to know. Without getting too graphic in the past twenty-four hours I've dreamt about getting to know an old guy in the biblical sense, Batman-style battles with villains (lots of blood included) and those weird creatures from Cloverfield. Gaah. Why can't I just fall asleep dreaming about bunnies? Or hot shirtless firemen? Or being in Marquette? I'm a little confused.
On a happier note, the first song I heard this morning was "Boyfriend" by Ashlee Simpson, which made me giggle and think about my concert experience with Christy. And then I had a couple of Dove chocolates for breakfast. Because while that might not be the most nutritious thing in the world, it made this dream-dazed girl feel better after a rough night of sleep. Maybe I'll eat one or two before going to sleep tonight. Maybe that will make me dream of sweeter things. It couldn't hurt, right?
Ciao, dahling!