Last night I had a Twilight dream. No big surprise as I've been re-reading the books since seeing the movie. And, might I add, reading Midnight Sun for the first time. For those not in the know, Midnight Sun is the story of Twilight told from Edward's perspective. Somehow it got leaked online before Stephenie Meyer finished it, so she posted the manuscript on her website. It's not clear if she will ever finish it, but I hope she does, because I loved seeing the story unfold through Edward's eyes, and all the places that the two stories touched and then spun back out in to different directions. It was also great to see more of the whole Cullen family.
But on to my dream. What happened in the dream, you ask? Was I basking in Edward's beauty and love? Nope. Was I paling around with Alice, my favorite Cullen after Edward? Hanging out in La Push with Jacob? Zipping through the woods doing interesting vampire or werewolf stuff? Nope, nope and nope. I was filing a complaint with Chief Swan because the Ticketmaster outlet in Forks sold me counterfeit Metallica tickets.
There are so many things wrong with this scenario that I'm not sure where to start. First of all, Metallica tickets? I don't think so. Second of all, you'd think that at the very least my brain would have made me a kick-ass vampire or something cool. And failing that, have me do something out of the ordinary. I feel so let down and disappointed with myself. My subconscious really needs to work on its priorities.
Last night I had a dream that I met Britney Spears at a bar and she was super-sweet and was wearing a NY Giants t-shirt.
That is hysterical. Maybe in your next dream you will be at the Stop n Shop picking up some garbage bags when Bella races by on her motorcycle?
BWAHAHAHAHAHA This is HYSTERICAL!