Dreams

Sadly, for the most part, I do not remember my dreams. Even when I try to recall them upon waking, I usually only seem to remember the scary ones. In the last week, though, I've had several completely non-scary dreams that have remained vivid in my memory upon waking. Here is a quick summary, should they reveal anything telling about me. . .

• Dan and I are packing up the last of our stuff when we discover several extra rooms in our apartment. All of the sudden we realize that we have extra closets, another bedroom, and a full kitchen (regarding the latter, I respond, "We totally could have used both ovens when we were hosting everyone for Thanksgiving last year!").

• My friends Lena and Brandon are visiting. Just as they are getting ready to head back home, Lena realizes she cannot find her favorite shirt. We look all over the house, take a drive into the woods, and then I reach into the glovebox of the car and pull out a photo. It shows a picture of Lena's shirt right next to Snowbeary, my old teddy bear who now resides on my dresser. A true Nancy Drew, I stunningly discern that the shirt must be in my bedroom. We drive back, Lena and her shirt are reunited, and she and Brandon happily venture back home.
  

• And my personal favorite? It's my 30th birthday (which won't actually happen until April). There is a huge party, and friends and relatives from all over the country are attending. And then, as though it couldn't get any better, my mom surprises me with the best birthday gift of all: she has hired Lionel Richie for the evening's entertainment. Thanks to my fabulous mom, we are "Dancing on the Ceiling" "All Night Long."