Everyone dreams

Well, this is a good start to the weekend friends! My dear high school & former college roomie Jodi Friedman (Jodie Fashion & Jessica Trendy as we were called @ age 16 by some mean girl) sent me a hilarious email today of her dream last night.

Do you think it might come true? Do note that we grew up in a land rich with the history of the revolutionary and civil wars. Historic plaques, cannons, and the like are everywhere. We also were a amongst some of the more forward thinking and dressing people in our tiny little town.

Whoa. Some people are even creative while they sleep ;)
"soooo i have a dream...that you give birth to fraternal twins... boy and girl... tell me you hate my shoes i have been wearing... then present the twins to the world around age 2 in a mini documentary form... then at the end you pop up out of the bottom of the stage dressed in the rebel flag.... then i am caught in a flood at fort clifton and all these civil war guns are floating by me... really wtf??????.. very very wierd... please don't dress your twins in the rebel flag.. promise me this... and my shoes are fab.. stop yelling at me in my sleep!!! happy memeorial day xoxoxxoox"

I had a dream about Ozzy

I was living in a sort of massive building in New York with Ozzy Osborne and some other folks. It was a commune of sorts. Ozzy was the leader. Ozzy was very calm and spoke with intellect and clear annunciation.

Our leader called us all together in the main room which was set up for a conference. I took my chair in the back amongst probably 25 other people. Ozzy stood in front of us and instructed that he wanted us each to stand up as we were called upon to say one word that described our future. The word could not be used twice in the group.

For whatever reason, the first and only word that came to my mind was"dynamic." Just as my turn was about to come, the young woman ahead of me, someone I only recognize from friend's photos on Facebook, stood up with confidence and said, "DYNAMIC!" I was stunned. My turn came, and all I could think of was this one word. DYNAMIC. I was silent. Everyone looked at me. My mind was blank. I felt badly. Zero thoughts. Nothing. I sheepishly smiled and said "Dynamic was the word I was going to use as well. I just cannot think of anything else." The woman took pity and said she would take it back, but I of course could not allow that. I just looked at Ozzy and the group and shrugged.....

How could I not think of anything else? Why was I stuck on dynamic? Why did I secretly despise this woman for "stealing" my word?