When you sleep . . .

I'd planned to write about Christmas next, but I gotta get this dream out of my system. Here's what happened the other morning in my unconscious state.

Some dude had stayed over at my place. Nothing major had happened, and it was morning and time for him to leave. But I wanted something to happen, and then he magically came back to mess around. Bad kisser, but I didn't mind so much once things got going.

Then we're interrupted by my sobbing roommate, Jude Law. He was devastated over losing his relationship with the upstairs roommate, Jennie McCarthy. She would no longer have anything to do with him, and I had to calm him down. Then bedroom dude really needed to go to work. I took him to some sort of foreign adobe village where they used camping stoves to cook the tourists' food, as they had no real ovens.

Then it was time for ME to go to work. Apparently I inspect houses for sale or something, and my inspection partner is Ed Harris. He was a little extra quiet today, but I didn't really notice. He told me he was going outside to check the landscaping or siding or something, and I fell asleep in front of the TV. When I woke up, my car was gone, and so was Ed. WTF? Then my phone rings. It's Rachel Ray. She said that Ed had "burned" me (aka tricked me, a term I heard last night on That 70's Show) because I'd ditched him last week or something and left him without a ride. I had totally forgotten about this, and Ed hadn't said anything, so I didn't see it coming at all. I was a little miffed, but not sure if I had the right to be. (Real life - this is TOTALLY Staci.)

Then Suki from the Gillmore Girls showed up and started bossing me around and stressing me out more. And then I woke up.

This begs several questions. Am I not over Staci being pissed at me? Should I start buying camping equipment, or won't I use it enough to make it worth the money? And would I really give up mediocre sex to comfort Jude Law, who isn't really my friend anyway? *Sigh* I have so much to learn.

NEXT DREAM:
There's really not much too this dream, but oh was it fun. It was me, Seth Green, and a swimming pool. Much how I would regularly imagine him, he was a bit goofy, silly, etc. But also charming. And persistent. And it turns out, good in the pool.

So, Seth Green. Looks like I'll be renting a few of your movies. Funny how opinions come about!