I have made a habit of emailing my friend Jodi a vivid description of my dreams. I only email her the ones that abide by the following rules:- Illustrates that my subconscious is not only a shallow and ridiculous place to be, but also a fantastic world where celebrity meets the everyday people in my life.
- Reveals something about my subconscious that only a pseudo-psychologist friend could respect.
- Leaves you with the unnerving but irresistible question, "Why am I friends with this crazy person?" as you shake your head back and forth.
Check John Mayer gazing past his guitar in the photo that I have posted today. This is how he was looking at me last night in my dream. John Mayer and I were an item and all I could think about in this dream was DON'T MESS THIS UP, SARA! I knew John was only one interaction away from realizing that I was not all that great. We had a relationship that was reminiscent of an eighth grade romance where we might hold hands or talk for hours as we sit on steps. And I just kept thinking DON'T MESS THIS UP, SARA! Keep in mind, I had no thoughts of Tim in this dream. It was as if I had never met him.
Okay, analyze on.
2 comments:
This is freakin' hilarious. Please make a habit of posting your dreams more often--especially the ones most reminiscent of eighth grades romances.
um, my friend Christy knows him. would you like me to get a message to him?
i can, you know.
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