I know, I KNOW, it's been months since I've kept track of my dreams... and that doesn't mean I haven't been dreaming, it's just been more that once I wake up and am coherent enough to log them, they're so jumbled and fuzzy that I don't remember enough to post. They're weird as all get out, but I'm just left with a lingering feeling of WTF with no real explanations.
Then there are the horribly typical dreams of teeth falling out that everyone has and I just don't feel like posting those.
Last night/this morning made me want to write.
DIERKS BENTLEY was playing in concert in my parents' dining room. FOR REALS. I had won a "Kitchen Concert" contest and that meant that I could invite as many people as I could fit in the house to hang out with Dierks and he'd play music, tell stories, and just be AWESOME all day.
The only draw back was I couldn't decide what to wear and I missed a bit of the show because I kept changing my clothes/shoes/make up...