Dreams.

I have had some bizarre dreams lately. I'm not sure why. I seem to go through phases where I don't remember any of my dreams, or maybe don't have any for a while; then bam, I have a bunch or just remember them more.

Right now I am in the have dreams/remember them phase.

The other night I was in a foreign country with my boyfriend and Khloe Kardashian. We were driving around in a little rental car trying to escape The Most Interesting Man in the World who was trying to kill us. It may have actually been Sean Connery, I can't be sure, but either way a man with a beard was after us. We were all hiding in a dirt parking lot, in the back seat of our little Suzuki SUV trembling in fear when I woke up. Strange.

Then last night I dreamt that a coworker and I were walking through Time Square, and we saw sitting on a bench, in this order, Ron Paul, Newt Gingrich, Mitt Romney and some guy I didn't recognize. Ron Paul asked to take a picture with us. It was pretty awkward. Then I woke up.

I have books about dreams, nothing says anything about photos with presidential candidates, or reality stars.

I used to call my sister every time I had a weird dream. She has the books too. The only one I can remember having an explanation was a reoccurring nightmare I had with snakes in it. Apparently that means you are stressed out or something. Given this was during my grad school and I was stressed out 60% of the time, I guess it was accurate most of the time.

So here is to dreaming. Whether you remember them or not, sometimes it's fun and sometimes it is just bizarre. I'm in the bizarre world for right now.

xoxo Sara Marie