I'm going to start posting about some of my dreams. Not my aspirations but my actual crazy ass dreams. So last night I dreamt that J had five children. (In real life he has no children.) I was having a conversation with one of them, a blonde haired, blue eyed boy with glasses, who was telling me that he didn't like J's last girlfriend and that he was happy that I was the one J chose. The weird thing about all this was that his kids were never all in the same room together so I didn't know who was who. I was worried because J was getting ready to go on a trip and I was going to be responsible for the kids but I didn't know who any of them were. I wanted to ask J for pictures, descriptions and names for each kid but I was too embarrassed. One of the girls, who was also blonde, was named Ivan. Yea, a girl named Ivan. Alrighty.
I have the weirdest, most vivid dreams. Last week I dreamt that my cousin Ben invited to go get pizza with him and Justin Timberlake. I wake up most mornings like what in the hell was that about?!
