Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Jennifer Aniston and Me

Last night, I dreamed that I met Jennifer Aniston. Out of all the people in the universe I would like to meet, she's not at the top of the list. She's not at the bottom, either. She's more of an "I met Jennifer Aniston today. That was cool." Middle of the list, I guess?

Here's the weird part: In my dream, I was taller than Jennifer Aniston. For those of you who have seen me IRL, you know why this is weird/funny/strange/unsettling. For those of you who haven't met me, well, I'm barely 5 feet tall. In my dream, I was still barely 5 feet tall. And I was taller than Jennifer Aniston.

Any one dare - or care - to analyze?


  1. *cracks knuckles* oooh, love me a good round of dream analysis! ok- you are at a REALLY great place in your life. You are so happy and content with how things that you feel 5 feet tall! Maybe 6. Or whatever is slightly taller than a pretty, smart, charming,celebrity who is about the same age as you and appears to have everything but doesn't have what you have!

    Or else you want a new pair of shoes...with stiletto heels.

  2. Ha! Too funny! Can you see me tromping around in stilettos? Perhaps you are right, and I AM at a really great place in my life. Maybe I am living my ideal reality right this very minute, but I have yet to allow myself to realize it. Ouch. That made my head hurt.