yet another celebrity filled dream sequence I feel like I should share with you.

My dream last night was a full body sensory overload that left me twitching, throwing my covers off, and scaring Stella from my bed, back to her own sometime in the middle of the night. I was on vacation with my friends at a theme resort someplace in the Southwest part of our once proud land. The resort was unique in that the entire concept was that of a farm. The elevator to the rooms consisted of a wooden base with ropes at each of the corners. That in itself was nothing major, but the floor was not solid. It was pivoted twice in the middle essentially breaking it into 4 individual sections that were independent of the rest. There were seasoned professional elevator operators that assisted you to your room since the entire contraption was dangerous at best and a death trap at worse. Did I mention that there were no walls and that the elevator shaft was, oh, a lot larger than the elevator? I remember clinging to the rough thick twine-like rope for dear life as the floor undulated and swelled during the trip upwards into the dark shaft watching in horror as the little old Republican couple from Ohio plunged to their death clinging to each other and their beliefs during the fall. (I love my dreams sometimes)

upon reaching the upper levels of the hotel, we proceeded to the bar area which was arranged and decorated to bring back the glamour of the 1980’s hair bands. It was here that I ran into my long time friend Job Bon Jovi who immediately berated me for being so inept at keeping in contact with him and Ricky Sambora. My flimsy attempts at apology were waved away with the back of his hand as he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bar. I followed, watching the fringe of his leather jacket get tangled up with the long curly locks of his golden brown hair.

After much merriment and joy, I parted ways with Jon, promising to be better at keeping in contact.

It was at this point that I realized that my dream was friggin strange and I think sub-consciously even, that I couldn’t pull off any more of it, and I awoke confused and betrayed. I’m the one that never calls??? I thought to myself. I always call you and you never take my calls.

I let go of my anger as I rolled over and looked down at Stella sleeping soundly and peacefully on her little bed next to mine. My heart swelled with love while looking at her and forgot all about Mr Jovi and his rude comments.