Right before our fake Christmas (Dec 17) I had a dream that my mom was growing alligators (you know, like you grow vegetables) and that when they got older, they turned into dinosaurs. I’m pretty sure she didn’t know this would happen. Anyway, I was at her house and this GIANT dinosaur tried to attack me and ended up eating my red sweater that I’ve had forever and love. Literally forever, I’ve had this bad boy since I was 18 and still wear it.
So, the next day when I was looking for what to wear, I saw my red sweater hanging in the closet and actually had the thought, “oh good, a dinosaur didn’t eat my sweater!” Yes, this actually happened. At least I then realized how absolutely ridiculous this was and had to tell Meghan about my relief at still owning a sweater that I thought a prehistoric beast had eaten.
This is clearly pointless information, but as I was packing this red sweater for wearing on my trip, I was once again reminded of my very real relief and thought I’d share with you. If Zak were a blog reader, I bet he’d be really jealous that I had a dream about his best friends, The Dinosaurs.
