In the wee morning hours Sunday I woke to the call of my bladder. I was in the middle of a crazy dream and I made a mental note to remember it because I rarely remember my dreams.
I dreamed that Whitney Houston was in our kitchen, nearly passed out, and the hubby and I were discussing what to do. We were going to call someone but we weren’t sure what to do with her passed-out self until help arrived. (Details are fuzzy…were we calling 911, Bobby Brown, Geraldo Rivera, Inside Edition, who?) The hubby and I decided to carry her into our dining room (Our nearly empty dining room because, uh, who uses a formal dining room?! Ours currently serves as a speedway for the girls’ plastic fleet of scooters and trikes because you never know if you’re raising the next Danica Patrick….but I digress.)
Any way, the Whitney in my dreams was sadly looking one step removed from a bag lady and wearing a fur coat in need of a flea dip or a match and some lighter fluid. I was fearful that she’d wake up and harm herself or the girls and I was actually discussing all this with the hubby in the dream. Because in real life I tend to overanalyze everything, so why not overanalyze everything in my dreams? Being the opportunist that I am, I also didn’t want to miss this photo op of Ms. Houston for proof that she was indeed passed out at our house. And then I woke up. Just as things were getting interesting!
I’m a child of the eighties so I remember when the pre-Bobby Whitney came on the scene..the “How Will I Know” fresh-faced diva with the incredible voice. I’m naively hopeful for her and her family’s sake that she’s just after beef jerky and a lottery ticket and not high when the paparazzi catch her at a convenience mart at 4 a.m. looking like someone who pushes a shopping cart to work. And Lord knows I wouldn’t be looking my best if you snapped my picture at that time of day. When I discovered “Being Bobby Brown” last year I just couldn’t get enough of the show. I Tivod it. I quoted it. Whitney’s sassy “Hell to the no” became my favorite comeback. Bobby and Whitney were so much more entertaining than “The Newlyweds'” Nick and Jessica. And between these two celebrity couples, who is still together? I’m just sayin’.
I have no idea why I dreamed that Whitney was passed out in my home. I think it had something to do with the Baskin Robbins Jamoca Almond Fudge ice cream I ate that afternoon AND the bowl of ice cream I consumed right before bed. Hey…I did 110 crunches Saturday so I earned those fat grams! I think my body was in shock because I’ve denied it ice cream for months. Not to mention the shock induced by the crunches, which I’ve just started doing in hopes to tame my ab flab before summer.
Now could the crazy dream have been induced by the two glasses of wine I drank to wash down the ice cream? Hell to the no!
So, have you had any crazy dreams lately?