Last night, I dreamed that I went to the American Idol finale, except it was being held in an underground Fight Club venue. At some point, Ryan Seacrest threw himself into the mosh pit and, as he passed by me, I grabbed hold of his ankle and wouldn't let go. I ripped off his blue, beaded moccasin and threw it deeper into the crowd. Then, losing my grip on his ankle, I yanked and tugged until I got his cream-colored sock.

"I got your sock, Seacrest!"

Tags: american idol, dreams
Current Mood: wrongly amused

Last night, I dreamed that Dennis Leary (Yikes!) was trying to seduce me by wooing me with his homegrown carrots and celery (WTF?). My nephew (6) nearly destroyed Dennis's garden by overwatering it; in fact, the water came up to nephew's knees. My niece (18) was trailing after me and wailing that I needed to help plan her wedding NOW! Dennis's double bed was outdoors, set at the edge of a cliff.

No, I hadn't been drinking.
I did check on the Kid right before I turned in, and had to lift/shift her back to the middle of her bed for fear she would soon roll off.

Tags: dreams
Current Mood: mildly disturbed