finding out that you share the same dream with someone can calm the "crazy" in me. yesterday, i lunched with a new friend, Tray. she's quirky, smart, sweet, and we share the same dream. when i said it out loud to her, i felt juvenile. then she blurted out that she had the same one. i am not alone.
music plays. the dream starts. i am reading a book on the couch and someone knocks on the door. i get up, look through the peep hole and it's "blah blah blah". i open the door, hug her in and we chat, look at the time, play with my kids and then make dinner. the door knocks. it's "trah lala". i hug them in, they hug "blah blah blah" and gets right into chopping the veggies. the door knocks. it's "la la la" and they have a bottle of wine. i hug her in. she hugs the kids, says "hey" to "blah blah blah" and "trah lala". "lalala" pours wine and the door knocks again, again and again.
i hear someone knocking on the door, this time I AM awake, i hop to the door, look through the peep hole ... and it's the delivery man for my cantonese chow mein and wonton soup. i guess i'll be watching box sets of the L-word and SATC again ... hello "blah blah blah", "trah lala", "lalala" ....
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