I have absolutely ridiculous nutso dreams. The period between waking up naturally, and when I choose to wake up (because let’s be real, I never want to get out of bed) is full of them. It’s almost like my brain says “Okay, it’s time to get up now, oh you didn’t? FINE.

Let me barrage you with some scheme more detailed than movie plots where you have to save your childhood idol (The Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz) from dying because he’s really just a hologram and his real body is a candle slowly sinking into a lake, don’t let the flame extinguish! Something about the Sontari being there too. And Sheldon Cooper? And about me always ending up in compromising positions with male fairytale characters and them being too innocent to realize it.

Or the best one, where my Dad had a curse that made him look like the Green Goblin when he was a teenager, and after his death (present time) I was sent on a mission to go find the secret documentary from the 70’s that was made on him and then kept hidden. And I was working with Jiminy Cricket from Once Upon a Time to do it. And he had a secret file that I had to flirt my way into seeing, and then realized that it was written by Dumbledore, and I think at that point even my brain was like "Wait- this has to end."

It’s funny, because things like that make me feel close to my Dad, even though that was absolutely not a fuzzy warm memories dream.

As a side note, I also had a dream that Charlie came back from his mission and I fell in love with him, and then my husband today said he had a dream I divorced him. So that’s not okay brain. No.