Dreams and Josh Groban
*shivers*
Just watched Josh Groban perform on the VMAs. That man sends shivers down my spine and brings tears to my eyes. And he was wearing sandals with socks. Only he could pull that off.
*shivers again*
Last night, I had one hell of a weird one. It went as follows...
I was attending a family reunion. Apparently it was my step-dad's family, because his sister was organizing it (which really leaves something to be said about my dreams, because she has got to be the least organized person in the history of the world). Anyway, somehow, she had booked the entire seventh floor of the Hyatt in Vancouver - and I don't even know if there is a Hyatt in Vancouver, time to check...oh, would you look at that, there is. Good. So, I was looking at Melanie's list of who was staying in which room, and lo and behold! there was Orlando Bloom's name next to rooms 753 and 754 (the reason I remember that is because I got right up and sent my sister an e-mail). There were, apparently, seven people staying in his room, or so the list said. Or that might have been Melanie's one. I'm not too sure.
Under a different room was a girl named Kate. And I didn't make any connection. My brain went straight to the fact that for some reason unbenownst to me, Orlando Bloom was attending our family reunion. I took Tree, my sister on a reconnaissance mission, to find out if, indeed, this was that Orlando Bloom, and why he was at our family reunion. We walked down the hall toward rooms 753-4, and wait, what did we see? A bar, right outside their room (if anyone has ever been to the Pierre Trudeau airport, and caught a Westjet flight towards western Canada, it's kind of like that little bar that you see when you come up the escalator)! So Tree and I sit down at the stools, like good little girls, and waited. What for, I have no idea. Christmas, maybe?
About ten minutes later, Orlando and this other Kate girl (who I only realised was Kate Bosworth much later in the dream) came in and sat beside us at the bar. Orlando grabbed a piece of paper that resembled a bar napkin, took a pencil out of my hair (which is how I hold it up if I find myself lacking in hair elastics) and went on to explain, while drawing a diagram, how wind velocity affects acting caliber. He had lowered his voice quite a bit, as if it was the secret of the millenium, that was going to save us all. Tree and I had a difficult time understanding him, so Kate, after Orlando was done, explained to us everything he had just said, in a normal voice, so it made perfect sense.
Apparently, New Zealand doesn't get much wind.
Tree and I left Orlando sitting there, and went with Kate down to breakfast...I think he was still pondering his diagram. Kate turned down a hallway and disappeared. Around half an hour later, Tree and I were sitting at the long table, like they used to have in Viking mess halls (or so I imagine), and what to our wondering eyes should appear but Orlando and Kate, coming so near!
They sat themselves down at the table, and started eating our sausage and pancakes and eggs and bacon and cereal (I noticed they had quite the appetite) and ho! they started talking to me again. And I thought, well now, this is interesting. Two people, who are more famous than I could ever hope to be, are attending our family reunion, malgré (can't think of the word in English) not being related to any member of my family in any way, eating our food and talking to me about wind velocity.
Then the alarm woke me up.
Just watched Josh Groban perform on the VMAs. That man sends shivers down my spine and brings tears to my eyes. And he was wearing sandals with socks. Only he could pull that off.
*shivers again*
Last night, I had one hell of a weird one. It went as follows...
I was attending a family reunion. Apparently it was my step-dad's family, because his sister was organizing it (which really leaves something to be said about my dreams, because she has got to be the least organized person in the history of the world). Anyway, somehow, she had booked the entire seventh floor of the Hyatt in Vancouver - and I don't even know if there is a Hyatt in Vancouver, time to check...oh, would you look at that, there is. Good. So, I was looking at Melanie's list of who was staying in which room, and lo and behold! there was Orlando Bloom's name next to rooms 753 and 754 (the reason I remember that is because I got right up and sent my sister an e-mail). There were, apparently, seven people staying in his room, or so the list said. Or that might have been Melanie's one. I'm not too sure.
Under a different room was a girl named Kate. And I didn't make any connection. My brain went straight to the fact that for some reason unbenownst to me, Orlando Bloom was attending our family reunion. I took Tree, my sister on a reconnaissance mission, to find out if, indeed, this was that Orlando Bloom, and why he was at our family reunion. We walked down the hall toward rooms 753-4, and wait, what did we see? A bar, right outside their room (if anyone has ever been to the Pierre Trudeau airport, and caught a Westjet flight towards western Canada, it's kind of like that little bar that you see when you come up the escalator)! So Tree and I sit down at the stools, like good little girls, and waited. What for, I have no idea. Christmas, maybe?
About ten minutes later, Orlando and this other Kate girl (who I only realised was Kate Bosworth much later in the dream) came in and sat beside us at the bar. Orlando grabbed a piece of paper that resembled a bar napkin, took a pencil out of my hair (which is how I hold it up if I find myself lacking in hair elastics) and went on to explain, while drawing a diagram, how wind velocity affects acting caliber. He had lowered his voice quite a bit, as if it was the secret of the millenium, that was going to save us all. Tree and I had a difficult time understanding him, so Kate, after Orlando was done, explained to us everything he had just said, in a normal voice, so it made perfect sense.
Apparently, New Zealand doesn't get much wind.
Tree and I left Orlando sitting there, and went with Kate down to breakfast...I think he was still pondering his diagram. Kate turned down a hallway and disappeared. Around half an hour later, Tree and I were sitting at the long table, like they used to have in Viking mess halls (or so I imagine), and what to our wondering eyes should appear but Orlando and Kate, coming so near!
They sat themselves down at the table, and started eating our sausage and pancakes and eggs and bacon and cereal (I noticed they had quite the appetite) and ho! they started talking to me again. And I thought, well now, this is interesting. Two people, who are more famous than I could ever hope to be, are attending our family reunion, malgré (can't think of the word in English) not being related to any member of my family in any way, eating our food and talking to me about wind velocity.
Then the alarm woke me up.