Last night was restless and in turn, I overslept. Le sigh. However, I think that I can blame today’s uber-tiredness on one of the strangest dreams ever. You see, I dream every night, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, and they all usually include the following elements:
- Running from a dangerous situation
- Running to save someone
- A celebrity (Chicken Face makes horrible fun of me for this element)
So while this may be the most random blog post ever, allow me to share with you last night’s adventure and perhaps you can be my dream interpreter for the day. WARNING: DREAM INCLUDES A MAD MEN SEASON 1 SPOILER!
True to Leo’s Inception theory, I don’t know how the dream began but I was at a huge social media conference that was taking place at a high school/mega gym (don’t question…just go with it). I remember walking into the gym and wondering when I was going to find time to fit a run in. Truth be told, I wasn’t going to be able to so I started searching for my iPhone to do a Nike Training Club workout and earn some badges (who am I – a girl scout?). I ended up trying to do a workout on a balance beam (um, ya, I tried balance beam when I was eight. I failed miserably), but soon found myself at a booth in the conference.
All of a sudden, I look up at the booth and it’s Meghann from Meals and Miles (yes, I stalk her blog but she has no idea who I am in real life). She was eating Greek yogurt and then managed to cook a five course meal with exotic ingredients all on a hot plate at her conference booth. I was impressed and apparently went to go buy some Thai food. Flash forward and I was divvying up the Thai food between Chicken Face and I when Pete Campbell from Mad Men showed up looking more jerk-like than ever (yes, this is the celebrity appearance). He was making fun of my mounds of Thai food so I immediately screamed at him and said, “How could you do that to Peggy Olsen?!?!” His retort included, “That food won’t be good for the baby!” (No, I’m not pregnant…just watch the show). I then stammered on about love children and proceeded to try and run/escape him and his wrath.
The dream concluded with an elaborate plot to escape the gym by doing an obstacle course, rescuing my iPhone from a mini-fridge, writing a birthday card for the copywriter I work with (who in real life strangely used to work for Papyrus) and eating copious amount of Thai food.
I have no explanation for this. What do your crazy dreams usually consist of?
In other adorable news (and because I hate blog posts without photos), here’s one of the cutest photos you may see all week: park time!
Day 51: 7 miles
Day 52: 7 miles
Day 53: Rest
Day 54: 20 miles
Day 55: Packing
Day 56: 5 miles
Day 57: TBD