Me to Ty, last night: Well, this has been Best Weekend Ever in a row number....I lost count.
Ty: Seven.

Good god, that boy makes my heart do jumping jacks, for reasons far too numerous to list, though I may attempt said list some day.

The weekend involved a Three Beers gig (awkward. I left at set break. Strange how those boys are totally cool to me when Ry's not around, but several of them won't even look at me sideways when he is. Douchebags.), a kick-ass impromptu pool party (with tequila!) at my mom's after I learned she was out of town, called her and said "So...you're out of town?" and she responded "Yup! Party Hardy!"), and TRANSFORMERS MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE, which I was SO not stoked to go see (but won the Best Girlfriend Ever award for), but actually quite enjoyed, even though I dreamed of Optimus Prime all night long. (Not a single sex dream, unfortunately, because that's one semi that I would totally DO.)

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Last night I had a dream that I was one of Hugh Hefner's girlfriends. I was the only brunette, and the only one with real boobs. I was his least favorite. He was allowing all of his girlfriends to pick out another boyfriend, but he had to interview and approve them. This interview/approval process took place with all of us in a swimming pool. He let all the other girls have the boyfriends they wanted, but said "no" to the one I wanted, because he was jealous of how young he was. (This potential-dream-boyfriend was cute, too!) Potential-dream-boyfriend vowed not to give up, and then I ended up going back "home" and to "work", (which was a postal office sub-station I worked at almost 10 years ago, but it wasn't a post office sub-station anymore, it was an event-planning business, and I was an "Event Coordinator".) where no one would believe that I was dating Hef.

I only had one glass of wine before bed last night, I swear.

I love camping. ( LOVE it. )

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I love the feeling I have in the morning after I've had nice dreams at night. Last night, I had the loviest, lovely dream that I've had in quite some time. It was the type of dream that I wish was reality, but I'm kind of glad it isn't real, because that leaves the possibility that it COULD happen in real life and I'll get to experience such a beautiful first kiss FOR REAL!

*sigh*

I wonder if his lips are really that soft and sweet? If he really wants to kiss me as badly as he did in the dream?

*sigh*

Ryan informed me that he had a sex dream last night. Guess what my first question was? Was it about me? Of course it was! (Would he tell me about it if it wasn't?) So he was telling me about the dream. I'll spare you the gory details, but he said that the dream was very real. In it, I was wearing what I had actually worn to bed. Then, in the middle of it..."Ryan! Time to GET UP!" Yup. I woke him up in the middle of his sex dream. Now that I know that, I feel awful. It SUCKS gettting woken up in the middle of a sex dream. Sex dreams are ALMOST as good as actually having sex. As long as somebody doesn't start shouting about how its time to wake up.

I had a terrible time sleeping last night. My cats were driving me crazy. All four of them thought they needed to be on my pillow with me, which doesn't leave much room for MY HEAD. When I finally managed to nod off to sleep, I had a really wild dream. The kind that starts off really scary, but then ends really nicely.

The first part of the dream had an old friend from high school in it, someone I haven't talked to in years. I don't really remember the interaction with her, just that it was a bit strained and uncomfortable. Then I was walking down the street. It was dark out, and I was lost, trying to get home. There was this group of men behind me, intimidating me, scaring the hell out of me, so I started to run. As I was running, I got to a place that I recognized, near my old neighborhood. As I realized where I was, the darkness started to lift, until it was completely light, and sunny, and beautiful out. As I got closer to the hill near the highway, I saw somebody standing at the top of the hill. It was an old man, in shorts, no shirt, waiting for me to approach. As I got closer, I recognized him! It was my grandpa! I ran to him, and he hugged me, and just kept telling me over and over again how wonderful he felt, how great he was doing, and how happy he was to see me.

I got "home" (my childhood home, a lot of my dreams happen there) and I was like "Mom! Look! Grandpa's here! He's okay!" I turned to show her where he was, but then he was gone.

I've always believed that our lost loved ones communicate with us through dreams, its just that I've never experienced it before myself. My husband dreams of his mom and brother a lot, and I always think he's so lucky to get to talk to them so much. Now that I've had such a dream, I can better understand the emotions he experiences when he dreams about HIS lost loved ones.