I had a crazy dream last night. No, this morning. I went to bed last night around 10:30 and suddenly awoke to a “chill” that encompassed my body at 1:30 am. My eyes shuddered open to a flashing grid pattern – as if I had stared into the sun, and the sun was a grid – and the contrast of light and dark made everything dance around the room. And my left arm was asleep. Maybe the Matrix is real…
uhhh…still didn’t stop me from crawling into bed with my mom – thaz all I’m sayin.
Sometime in the morning though, I had a dream of much lighter substance. I read Ruth out of the Bible right before I went to sleep, and Ruth ends with some genealogy of Perez. And I know a guy (last name) named Perez, so coincidentally, Perez and his wife were in my dream.

I was taking Jeremy to see my old college, which was WT, but it looked like the college I walked around at in Pakistan with my cousins. I told Jeremy,
“I need to find Nick Lachey and get my picture taken with him. We went to college together. He’s such a great guy, I don’t know why I never talked to him until now.”
And Jeremy didn’t want to believe me, but as we walked over the campus hillside, there he was, standing with Mital and Ty by the Arts building.
“See! I told you Nick went to college with me!” but before we could get over there, Jeremy yells to an invisible group of people, and Carisima, Alma, Kayna, Autumn, Adam, and Perez and his wife all just show up – and get in my way of going to see Nick Lachey. Next thing I know, I’m leaning against a car with a sandwich baggie containing 3 chocolate chip cookies. Frustrated that all these people had shown up to block my interaction with Nick Lachey – I look down at my cookies – and I knew Perez was eyein my cookies too. He walks over and sticks his hand in the baggie (which has now grown to like, ziplock freezer bag size) – and I get pissed and grab his wrist from outside the bag. His eyes shot wide and he does a strange frenchman’s laugh – and turned his hand to tickle the underside of my forearm, still laughing frenchmanly.

Oh man, it tickled strangely so much that I woke up, and I got pissed again – that I STILL didn’t get to meet up with Nick Lachey. *sigh

Oh…We’ll have our time Nick…don’t you worry your pretty little head…

And I can’t wait to see what happens at the end of Esther. I hope my dream has coconut cream pie instead… and maybe… Channing Tatum...

mmmm…