Dreams can be deceiving wouldn’t you say? We spend 1/3rd of our lives sleeping. Most people feel discomforted by this piece of information, I however, feel quite the opposite. Dreams are like watching a movie, or reading a book. You get to escape. Except, unlike movies or books, you don’t get to choose. It’s a random selection, and although 90% of it is discomforting or simply boring, there’s still that 10% every now and then that is something wonderful. Something you dream to dream about, and it makes the whole 90% worth-while. Last night I had one of the 10%.
It’s all a daze between the subjects of Little Children (The movie)/Paris, France/Alice in Wonderland/ and Ugly Betty. Anywho, I was in Paris/Lacoste for the summer and they were shooting the film Little Children. It was the first film I got to work on with my name in the credits, and I also got to act in it a bit (this is in my dream, not real). Anywho, we were all dressed like Alice in Wonderland, and my love interest in the film (and in “real” life, which means “dream” life) was this new guy who just joined the cast of Ugly Betty, Daniel Eric Gold. I don’t have a crush on him, but well, I guess when I woke up this morning I did. He kissed me in the dream. And I love when you get kissed in dreams, because you sometimes feel it. So, he kissed me on the neck, and although I was fully asleep, I was fully aware of the fact that I had a HUGE smile on my face as I laid in bed (this smile part is real life I am talking about) So for a quick second I opened my eyes from the dream and found that yes, I did have a huge smile on my face, and the covers had slipped between my neck, as if coming in contact with the skin, much like the kiss. So I quickly re-entered the dream. (I know it sounds bizarre, but I sometimes I have the ability to do this, I’m a pretty intense dreamer) So I spent the rest of the dream being in love.
I guess maybe it was my journal entry I posted last night before I went to bed.
Anyways, you wake up, so completely happy and then realize that A. You are not in love and B. You don’t actually know this guy, then C. Your life is pathetic.
Maybe that’s why I don’t mind the 1/3rd of my life sleeping. Maybe because it means that 1/10 of my life I spend not being pathetic and actually have the opportunity to be in love. It just happens to not be real.
There’s my story of the day.
Xoxo,
Lindsay
