A dream is a wish your heart makes...

Today, I was all in a tizzy in my extreme excitement for this, my new blog.  I buzzingly texted my self(my best friend) and let her know how great it was...  and then she asked me the queerest question...
it went kind of like this...

me: "GUESS WHAT!?!"
her: "you flew to the moon?"
me: "no, silly!  I started a BLOG!!!"
her: "wow"
me: "ya, it's pretty exciting!  it's going to be grand!"
her: "what's it about?"--(that's the queer question I was referring to above...)
me: "...hmm...  I don't actually know... I have no idea."
her: "that's pretty great :)"
me: "yes, yes it is!  Smiley face!"

and so I realized...  this blog is going to be as roamingly unconnected as... well...  as my dreams.

so now to introduce you to the strangest part of my life...  (where else would we start, I mean seriously!?!)

MY DREAMS
I'm fairly well known among my friends as a very bizarre dreamer...
Usually, my nightly fantasies involve many colors and animals...  sometimes many-colored animals...
for example...

as a much younger individual, I had the same repeated dream for many nights in a row...

as the dream opens, I 'wake up'.  I don't physically wake up, that's just how my dream starts.    Then, I sit up, get out of bed, and stretch a little bit, getting myself nice and comfortable-an everyday occurrence...  next, I kneel down next to my low-to-the-ground bed and bend down to get something out from under it.
with my arms fully extended, I reach for whatever I can get my arms around and pull it all out...
I am not at all surprised that I have just scooped about a hundred various neon-colored hamsters out from under my bed.  I stand up with my arms in a big hoop-like shape, trying to carry them all and head down the hall to my brother's bed room.  I knock with my knee.
"'Clark', open up."
My brother opens his door.
"Are any of these your hamsters?"
"no," 'Clark' responds, "mine are brown."
"oh, ok"
He closes the door, I walk the iridescent rodents back to my room, and shove them all (gently) back under the bed.  Then I go back to sleep.

that's a classic example of one of my dreams.  There were circumstances leading up to this-four family pet hamsters that kept escaping...  but that's not the point.  The peculiarity of my dreams is.  They're generally pretty heavily influenced by my daily dessert of a small bowl of ice cream--sweet ambrosia from above.

So, for today's moral of the story:
sugar before bed always helps a child's imagination.

You're so very welcome,
Signed, (not you)

good morning, sunshine!

Hello!

I have recently been made aware of a whole new venue of artistic expression...
BLOGGING!!!
(I obviously always knew that it existed, but for quite some time I was convinced that only middle-aged people with far too many cats to be healthy had them...  but since then my mind has been changed.  Many of my friends and family have begun hosting rather intriguing blogs...)

(mostly unrelated mini backstory:)For the past eternity, I've really wanted someone to just steal my journal and read it until their eyes fall out...  just so that someone would read it and understand all of the inside jokes that journal and I have!  Now I have a better solution: this blog.
(side-note: please do not come to steal my journal... even though I just said I wanted someone to... at least, not without me knowing...)

I know that it probably doesn't sound very appealing to you to read this for my own narcissistic purposes, but...  I don't actually know... why are you reading this...?

ahem.
INTRODUCTION:
hmm...  lets see...  what would be some useful information to put here...?
ok, my likes:
I really love...
Ice cream
Friends
Family
Art
Sewing
Crafts
Jokes
the Soothing sound of my own voice
Word games-particularly Boggle
Board games
Card games
Cooking
Bike rides
Long naps
Staying up late
the A-team (tv show)
Star Trek
...(the list of tv shows is QUITE EXTENSIVE...)
and most of all-MUSIC!

also...

I love to ask people randomly based questions just to see how they react.  For example: I would ask something like... "What is the secret agent name of your left pinky toe?" and hopefully get a response like... "(surprised laughing) I don't know, I've never really considered that... maybe agent ... Stinky...?"  (subject offers a testing-the-waters type of curious smile, seeking acceptence)
and I would respond with something like...  "yes, yes, that's almost as good as mine: agent...(insert some really cool and witty name for a secret agent toe)..." (with a smug grin on my face, only going farther to prove that my toe has a much cooler name than theirs...)
and the conversation kicks off just like that.

and I love to make people smile!

... and I really love mis-using elipses...

That's pretty much all of the applicable knowledge I can possibly give you on the vastly astounding subject of myself.

You're so very welcome,
signed, (Not you)