from the shelves of randomocity ...

so, the night before last i had a dream that i was at my parents' house, at a children's birthday party. no idea who the child in question was. it was being put on by jon favreau for whatever reason. apparently, in this universe it was a business of his, putting on children's birthday parties. so he was sitting on the couch and i was chatting with him and i was like, "not to sound like a stalker or anything, but i follow you on twitter and i totally love the "geek tours" of your house! iron man rocks." and he said something along the lines of thank you. and i woke up.

last night, i had a dream that my friend was running away from her life and responsibilities. she was running to europe somewhere. i tried to physically restrain her from going, unsuccessfully. she got away, came back once, went again. i was upset because i wouldn't have enough money to buy a ticket to fly to convince her to come back. (because apparently phones aren't an option.) all of this was taking place at a big, museum type of building where an american-idol-judges-look-alike contest was going on. i saw the paula abdul look-alikes (from whom a winner was being chosen by paula) from a distance. i was right in with the crowd of kara dioguardi look-alikes and she was there to pick the winner, dressed all in white with a big floppy hat tilted a little over one eye, a white fur muff and a round, hat-box like purse. she told me i should look for the emmy rossum look-alike contest. i think i ignored her and was telling someone how frustrating it was that i couldn't afford to go after my friend to europe. i jokingly said to him, "unless of course, you want to buy my tickets. hahahaha." (he was apparently someone famous and wealthy, so it seemed an appropriate joke i suppose.) to which he replied that was fine, he would. i was in shock.

then i woke up to find that i had overslept all three of my alarms by two hours and was a good ten minutes late for work.