Last weekend, I had a dream that I flew to California for a conference and Luke Perry picked me up at the airport! Yes, that's right. Luke. Perry. Sideburns and all.
It was a really strange dream because I no longer have a crush of Luke Perry (yes, I was totally and madly in love with him when I was a sophomore in high school, because, hello? he was Dylan McKay on 90210 and really, what was he doing with Brenda, when he could totally have me?). But in my dream, I was really happy that he picked me up and we were friendly.
And then Luke asked me to go with him to a time share presentation in Palm Springs. What could I say? Of course!
But in my dream, I was married. To my sweaty snowape husband in real life. But I did call him, told him Luke had picked me up, I was safe and we were going to a time share presentation.
I think in my dream (at least, I'm hoping) my hubby was jealous.
When I woke up, I was all giddy and happy. I told Mike about the dream. He wasn't too impressed.
What's up with that?
If he told me he dreamt about him and Elle McPherson going to a time share presentation, I would at least pretend to be happy for him.
Well, after I called her a perfect, dirty, and disgusting wench.