Last night I was multi tasking. I was watching the Olympics, texting with my friend Dawn, catching up on my journal writing and finishing reading an article about Rachel from the Biggest Loser and her huge weight loss. Sometimes the Universe is on my side and I can do more than one thing at a time. I went to bed and woke up around 1:30 to go to the bathroom. (I drink too much water and have a bladder the size of a pea but that is for another post). The dream I had been having was so clear, so odd and so easily defined by what I was doing before I went to bed I just had to write it down.
I dreamed that Dawn was competing in the Olympics. She was going to do the downward slope ski thingy. Whatever it is what Bode Miller does and what I was watching last night. In my dream she had lost so much weight (Hello! Biggest Loser Rachel) that the Olympic committee was concerned for her safety and advised her not to compete. She was fearless (just as she is in real life) and insisted on competing. The Olympic Committee asked me to write a letter to Dawn (journal writing) trying to convince her not to compete. Their plan was to publish it in People Magazine (which I had been reading) to try to influence her decision. It was at this point that I woke up.
How funny is that? Everything that I had been doing right before I went to bed was represented in that dream. So here is my plan for tonight. Before I go to bed I am going to watch numerous Donny Osmond videos while eating cake, looking at Bridal magazines and Googling tropical vacations. A girl can dream.