My Brain on Dreams: Love Triangles, Stolen Plots, and Inspired Looks
If you follow me on Twitter (and if you actually read what I tweet…one doesn’t guarantee the other, I know), you might be aware that I sometimes comment on dreams I have. As I’m sure is the case for many of you, my brain is always doing crazy things in the night time, and I generally wake up the next morning with all sorts of strange ideas and memories of things that never actually happened to me.
Case in point: a few nights ago I dreamt that I was caught in a love triangle with Jake Gyllenhaal and Jeff Probst…on a plane…going from Australia to LA…and the plane crashed…and I had to give birth to a baby (Jake’s?! Jeff’s?! Stay tuned!) amidst screams and flames and lots of sand. Thank goodness there was a hot doctor there to help me out…though he did seem distracted by that curly haired woman…(thanks to JJ Abrams for the dream’s plot).
Sometimes said dreams are actually useful. When picking out my outfit for the day I realized that it was exactly what I was wearing in the dream: a vest, an oxford, black pants, and a trench. How a pregnant belly ever fit under that I’ll never know…though this vest is a little unflatteringly puffy, now that I think of it. Maybe it wasn’t a dream, after all…
PS: Who would you choose, Jake or Jeff?