Okay, so I'm sleeping peacefully and CUT TO A DREAM! Imagine, if you will, an almost "How It's Made" scenario talking about how factories have replaced human workers for machines when packaging things like say...steel cut oats? SWITCH TO ME!!! Suddenly I'm working next to this gorgeous creature. Willowy figure, shoulder length spun gold hair, and deep hazel eyes framed by a heavy brow. He was a god.

I, on the other hand, looked exactly as I did when my head hit the pillow: Navy blue/bleach stained shirt, pink yoga pants that not only give away your pantyline, but tells everyone the color of your undies too! There was not a bra to be seen, so it looked like I was smuggling two half deflated speed bags from a gym. I was a vision.

So dreams are strange and therefore MUST include strange dialogue:

Dreamboat: "Yeah I don't believe in fairy tales."

Speed Bag Smuggler: "Well I do! That's why I've gotta fold down these bags!" (WHAT?! Then again I'd say something stupid like that)

So before any more words are exchanged, Gorgeous makes this really weird face and bends down, patting his knees.

"Come here Tiger! Come here Tiger! Come here Tiger..." And so on.

So my simple mind is trying desperately to figure out why everything is dissolving around me, when it dawns on me! Daddy's on the porch at 3am calling out to the very cat that stole my heating pad before I crashed! WHY PAPA?! WHY DO YOU DO THIS?! I love my daddy, but he has the world's WORST timing.