a dream
I woke up this morning around 5:30am, having had a really great dream about being best friends with Natasha from ANTM, who was invited to Russia to run a marathon. I went with her (although the accommodations consisted of some sort of camp in the woods), and while jogging early in the morning, came upon a royal convoy. One thing led to another, and the prince of Russia (go with it) proposed marriage to me. I got to raise a ceremonial flag in his father's honor, which signaled to the Russian people that we were engaged, or something like that. It was an awesome f-ing dream, and involved jewels and pretty dresses (though I had been running, and I managed to remember in my dream to pick up my iPod where I'd left it. Amazing continuity for a dream.) Then I woke up, and the sun was rising, and the sky was gorgeous, so I snuck out of bed, put on my shoes and totally went jogging and saw the sun rise over the lake. Then I came home and went back to bed. I'm pretty sure B. has no idea, and I feel like I got away with something.