Monday, October 1, 2007
The stuff dreams are made of
Last night I had a dream that James Marsden, dressed as the prince from Enchanted and his princess came to my mansion (in dreams, I have a mansion, okay?). I wanted something from them but I don't remember what, so he told me to come down from my bedroom balcony. I lowered myself in this human-sized basket to the ground and he and his princess went up to my room. Then they started pilfering through my stuff, deciding what to steal. So I climb the balcony pillar and stand outside my room deciding how best to outwit them into giving my stuff back. Then James Marsden hears me and says, "but soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" I don't think he knew it was me, but this is what he said. I think this line was a result of the five minutes of Hannah Montana that I watched yesterday in which they had to memorize lines from Romeo and Juliet. So I (looking very much like Anne Hathaway at this point, not sure why) say something soothing and get the princess to step away from the window without getting suspicious. I don't remember what I said, but it worked, and then I woke up. Very bizarre. Better than my dream from the night before where we were all characters in Harry Potter and giant cardboard cutouts of the Malificent from Sleeping Beauty were chasing us around department stores and my wand wouldn't work. And you wonder why I never feel rested when I wake up in the morning.
I reserve the right to make this blog as worthless to read as I feel like, and also to write as infrequently as I deem necessary. Just thought I'd let you know since I finally decided to share my blog.