I had the weirdest dream last night. If I take it seriously, it has major implications for my mental well-being.
First of all, I was in New York. Driving. And everywhere I went, I got awesome parking. (This is how I knew I was dreaming)
I was driving around because I was meeting up with friends for Game Night. That part is not so weird, I'm going to Game Night tonight. Although I didn't think I was so excited about it that it would pervade my dreams.
Here's the kicker: In my dream, I bump into Britney Spears in some parking garage.
Now, before all the boys get "woo-hoo" on me, it was not that sort of rendezvous. We actually got into an argument. She was being a total diva biotch and neglecting her crying baby and when I calmly pointed that out to her she *really* went off on me.
What the hell is Britney Spears doing in my dreams? Sure, I dislike her as a celebrity but honestly, I don't give anymore thought about her during the day than, oh I don't know... turnips. But do I dream about turnips? No, I dream about getting into a yelling match with Britneyfukinspears.
There are a few things I can glean from this experience:
- I want to live in New York but I have a highly unreasonable and overblown ideal of the city.
- I like Game Night more than I care to admit.
- I should not read US Weekly after 9pm.