Another dream for the files…

Preface: Whatever channel we usually fall asleep to switches to televangelists in the morning, so often, their sermons will work their way into my dreams.

Disclaimer: I have no idea what my deal is with boy bands lately. The only boy band I’ve ever really liked has been New Kids on the Block.

Dream: I was in Sam’s Club (like Costco) shopping for something, when all of a sudden, a huge bus pulls through and people start going crazy. I walked up to see what the fuss was about and it turns out that it was a boy band. They guys all got out, and they were pretty cute…especially the leader. I sat on the edges of the crowd watching everyone go crazy. Then, he started telling a story with a Southern drawl. I sat there listening to the story, which started as a funny story, then (unbeknownst to me while I was sleeping) morphed into Joyce Meyer’s morning prosthelytization. I sat there in the dream, wearing really tight jeggings and eating seal salt potato chips listening to the boy band guy. At some point in the dream, I remember thinking that his voice sounded womanly. Anyway, once his speech was over, I looked over and there was Wes, watching me and laughing. I walked to him and told him that I had eaten a million potato chips and he said he knew and that he thought it was hilarious. We walked out of Sam’s together and went to Six Flags.

Once again: WTF?