I’ve always had this strange pet peeve, especially since I love creativity.
I HATE hearing about people’s dreams. Not dreams as in goals, but dreams as in the things that go through your head while you’re sleeping. I don’t tell many people about this pet peeve of mine because most people I would tell have told me their dreams. Therefore, I would be saying, “Hey, I hate it when you tell me about your dreams. So stop it already!” And then I would feel bad.
I don’t know what it is…maybe because I’m not big on fantasy. I’ve never watched “Lord of the rings” or read Harry Potter. Pretend things kind of annoy me. I’m more of a realist. That’s why my writing focuses more on things that could really happen.
So, with all that said, I would like to tell you about my dream from last night. I know, quite hypocritical of me…but I never said I didn’t like sharing my dreams, I just don’t like hearing yours.
I dreamt I was sent an email by Desi Arnas. I’m not even sure I know who that is…sounds like I love Lucy’s husband? Anyway, he sent me an email informing me that he tied two bricks to a balloon and let them float into space in my honor since I had cancer.
I have several issues with this dream. First of all, bricks can’t float. Second of all, balloons don’t float all the way to space, and last….I don’t have cancer. At least I’m pretty sure I don’t.
There. This revelation about my secret pet peeve is like a weight lifted off of my chest. And to all of you who have made me endure your dream stories without knowing this about me…I apologize because I was more than likely cursing you silently in my head.