My Idol

I don't know if any of you watched American Idol last night, but towards the end of the show, there was a man that had Tourette's syndrome that sang. I thought he was pretty good, and apparently I did because I had a love dream about him.

My sister Liz, her friend Shawna and I were out (I'm not sure exactly where). While we were out, we ran into this guy--I'll just refer to him as "The Idol". All three of us were head-over-heels for him. Although we were all after him, he was only after me :).

The scene switches, and the three of us are at my dads house when The Idol shows up. He came into the house and Shawna and I were in the kitchen talking to him (Liz was upstairs getting herself primped). The Idol asks where Liz is, and I told him that she usually takes an exceptionally long time getting ready. He rolls his eyes, annoyed. I gave him the tour of my dads main floor, and I was starting to feel awkward because he wasn't speaking much. He seemed disinterested and I was worried that he didn't like me anymore.

Once again the scene switches and we are at a church function. I was trying to sit by "The Idol", but there were so many people there and I couldn't get to him. I kept watching him and during the event, he got up and left. I got up and followed. I followed him outside. We were next to this big glass building. I asked him what was wrong. He finally confided that he was thinking about suicide... And that was it.

So random, but check him out here. I think he's pretty decent.

Happy with a Catheter

Welcome to my world of dreams. I have been wanting to document my dreams on a blog for quite some time, so I decided that it is time I get started. To kick this off, I am going to write about a dream that I did NOT have recently. In fact, I had this dream over a year ago...

As I was nearing the end of my pregnancy with Grayson, I had to frequent the bathroom quite often (I'm sure that many of you understand this). I almost dreaded going to sleep because I knew that I would be getting up 3-4 times during the night to use the restroom. I was complaining about it quite a bit, and I think that is what brought this dream on--and it's not a long one.

In my dream, I was so fed up with using the bathroom during the night, so I thought that it would be quite convenient to put a foley catheter into my bladder just before bed so that I wouldn't have to get up. So I did, and I absolutely LOVED it.

I told this to one of my sisters, and she pointed out that I definitely work in the medical field. Who else would have a dream like that?