Cheer up, sleepy Jean. Oh, what can it mean?

" Dream on... Dream away. I think I'm gonna have to stay " - Color Me Badd

I like this.

Yeah I think its a good way to start a blog. Quoting songs that I maybe should not have been allowed to listen to at the ripe age of eight, but still remember every word to.

I aaaah-doreeee.... (ooh ooh ooooh sings Spanish man in braids)

Moving along.

 I've had a very eclectic collection of dreams lately. Not sure what most of them mean, so please enlighten me if you know the answer. Here they are in no particular order. [One or two may be daydreams. I'm having trouble telling them apart.]

Dream 1- I'm backstage with Michelle Obama. I somehow got passes to this onstage book reading and I am thrilled. Just gushing to her about my excitement. She brings Barack over and for a picture. When she goes to make some closing statements I am alone with him. Trying not to be a home wrecker. Nothing happens. Weird. I just give him the "eyes". Wake up.

Dream 2- Showtime at the Apollo, Harlem New York. Someone thought it would be a great idea to perform improv at talent night. Everyone from my Wed. class is there and we play "hot spot" (google it) One of my favorite improv games ever. One particularly funny guy, Ahmed, ends up in the spotlight for so long that he is forced to sing an entire song. This is for the whole population of Harlem NY. We were a hit with them. I think? Wake up.

Dream3- I'm a makeup artist for Danity Kane? [I mean I do work with them every so often in real life, but I'm horrible with helping people on hair or makeup] Wake up. I didn't even get to see if I did a good job sheesh...

Dream4- I am at Tabb High School. In the gym. Not sure what I am doing back there. Angelina Jolie and her grey cat are next to me. The cat seems up to no good, but Angelina assures me he is really nice *note i am NOT fond of cats* Then he attacks me. Jumping higher than any kind of basketball player. He flieeeees toward me and gets me by my head. I throw him off and as he circles around me I notice the name "Shadow" tattooed, HUGE letters, across his side. What the eff? This is a bada** cat! I mean what happened to him as a kitten to make him so damn MEAN!? He runs toward me again. My heart beats so fast I feel like I can spit it out. I look to Angelina and whats that? A shoulder shrug? WTF!? Is she is going to let this possessed cat attack me AGAIN? Wake.up.

Dream5- too fuzzy. never mind I can't put together the pieces and turn them into actual words. wake up.

<3 besos <3