Current mood:

dreamy

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
I took a nap yesterday and had the weirdest dream that seemed to go on for hours (I always have the most vivid strange long dreams when I fall asleep during the afternoon)...

Kim and I were in a HUGE empty marble ballroom at the top of a luxury hotel somewhere in New York City, and we were there to meet Paris Hilton, who was my bestest friend. (I know, like I said, the dream was weird.)

While we were waiting for Paris to show up, I was teaching Kim (who was dressed in a sailor suit) how to fly. I was flying up to the ceiling, and even being really brave and showing off by floating out of the gigantic open arched windows and out over the city streets far below. There were a few close calls -- I nearly lost altitude a couple of times -- but mostly I aced it, sailing back in gracefully.

Then Paris showed up and I cut her hair. REALLY short. By accident. She freaked out about how short it was, but I said that was how I'd meant to cut it and it looked super (which it didn't, but I didn't want Paris mad at me).

Then I saw a friend I haven't seen for years. I was downstairs in the lobby and the doors had little circular windows in them, and I glimpsed him getting on his motorcycle outside. I saw him see me and look down really quickly, trying to pretend he hadn't, which I thought was odd. We haven't seen each other for so long, I thought it was strange that he didn't give me the expected surprised "Whoa, what are you doing here? I haven't seen you for AGES!" look. So I went out to talk to him and said, "Hey, Mr. Man, what do you think you're doing? I see you tryin' to pretend you didn't see me!" He nodded hello, trying act all non-chalant. And that's when I noticed that all of his teeth were gone, except for two bloody ones hanging by a thread from his upper gums, dangling down to his lower lip. He very quickly slipped a pair of dentures in his mouth and then looked normal. I was shocked. I tried to be all lighthearted and casual and said, "You know, I can't help noticing, so I *have* to ask..."

And that's when I woke up.

Weird. I wonder what it means. Maybe Kim and I are going to fly to Paris to get our hair cut by denture-wearing sailors. (The motorcyle was clearly there just to spice the dream up.)