Surreal moment:
A dream feels so real, that when I wake up I’m depressed. For 3 ½ minutes.

It went something like this:

For some reason, the lead to Wilco, Jeff Tweedy and I are hiding under a bed from someone. No idea why. I literally feel like I’ve been dropped into the middle of a movie. Through strange dream time lapse, Jeff Tweedy and I end up falling in love. While hiding under the bed? Why not.

Side note: Jeff Tweedy. Have I ever had a crush on him in real life? Never. He’s one of those guys who’s oddly attractive, but only on stage crooning that voice. Yes, a soulful sad voice. End, side note.

So, we hang out, do in love things. Nope not a sex dream, just in love things. Well, maybe there was some dry humping, but dreams vanish, and it’s always tough to tell if I’m rewriting the dream in that small compartment called Memory Retrieval. Then I tell Jeff that I’m going to take a shower. When I’m done, I realize that the shower is in a van. (It’s a dream, people.) And the van is in neutral and has been driving itself around highways, Knight Rider style. But, not in a “I’m Kit, I have things under control Michael” sort of way. It’s amazing that I have survived while showering in my van. Because I almost hit many cars, people and birds.

And then I wake up. Never to see Jeff Tweedy again. I keep my eyes closed. Maybe I can take over the van and drive back to him. Maybe he’ll wait. Maybe I can tour with him.

That never works. I’m awake. I’m home. I have to go to work. How depressing.

And then I realize I’m already married to a rock star, and with a much cooler name.