What dreams may come....

It’s funny how some nights, you don’t remember anything you dreamed about; and some are so vivid and real – they stay with you for a day or two. I had one of those dreams the other night.

Now, mind you – this makes no sense, and I’m sure there’s more to it than what I’m recalling but it was just so bizarre.

I was hanging out with Dave Navarro at his house. (Why Dave Navarro? I don’t know? He is on my blogroll, but he’s not someone that I am attracted to or anything like that..it’s not like he’s on the list! Which will be updated later this month, might I add!) And clearly we were very good friends because he was asking me not to leave and to hang out with him and eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I kept saying “but I have to go....and you have a show to get ready for”. And then he was like “I don’t want to play tonight. I just want to stay home and hang out. But I DO love your boots!” I was wearing these really nice brown boots that came up over the knee with a high heel and pointy toe. (Always high heels and pointy toes for me!!!) Then, the scene jumped and I was in sweats and there were other people in the room with us and he was feeding me grapes. (Huh?!?!) What’s really odd about this all is that I don’t get the feeling that we were “into each other” or anything like that. It’s almost more along the lines of I think he was drunk and I was just indulging him or something? I think we were strictly platonic buds and I was just laughing at him. Because Carmen Electra was there, and she was giving me tips on how to get my mascara to go on the way I wanted it to. Next thing I remember is that we’re on TRL and I’m the one hosting it. And I introduced him to come out and for some reason they were playing “Jane Says” in the background instead of his new Panic Channel material. I remember looking out at the crowd, seeing their reaction to him....and then I woke up.

So now, for the analysis. What does this dream mean? Do I secretly have a thing for Dave Navarro embedded so deeply that I don’t even realize it? Do I crave peanut butter sandwiches and grapes? Do I think I need make up tips? Maybe it’s all just subliminal for my wanting to get another pair of boots?

Or maybe it means nothing more than I ate far too close to bedtime the other night.
Whatever it the secret meaning, it felt so real. I woke up and could not shake the song “Jane Says” from my mind, and for a second I swore it all really happened.