I had another post lined up for today, but last night I had a strange dream so decided to reschedule things.
I was in New York City. The whole city was lit in tones of blue that morphed into purple and back to blue again. GORGEOUS.
A woman (mid twenties) talked about the importance of deciphering the codes in the parade about to take place and how failure was not an option, blah blah blah.
I was part of a super-secret, elite marketing group (ahem, this right here should be enough material for you to mock me for the next month) and we had to figure out what the competition was up to before they ruined our client's new product line. A parade went by. Some of the floats were HUMUNGOUS, but there didn't appear to be a theme or anything unusual about any of them.
After the parade, the 7 or 8 of us went up to an apartment I shared with another girl on the 7th floor. It was a PIT. There was a three-foot hole in our bathroom wall that looked into the living room of the apartment next door. The floors were wood, but the finish had been worn off completely.
Before we could discuss what clues we had unearthed from the parade, there was a commotion out in the streets. There was a shark swimming in the gutters! We ran down to see for ourselves and sure enough there was a shark about 5 feet long swimming around, jaws snapping.
Out of nowhere Zac Efron appears. And then - OMG - he's FLYING. He swooped down and grabbed the shark by his tail and zipped up into the sky. But guess what? I can fly too! So I zoomed up after him in time to witness him ripping his shirt off which somehow he used to muzzle the shark. He handed the shark to me and I flung it to the pavement below. It was kinda a bloody mess, I won't lie.
This is a good time to mention a few important facts:
1-In real life, I don't think about Zac Efron AT ALL. I don't get what all the fuss is about.
2-I was not myself in the dream. I was a 20 something girl with long stick-straight, mouse-brown hair.
3-I can't fly, and am actually sorta afraid of heights. And, finally
4-If I COULD fly, I don't think I would splatter a shark all over the city sidewalks...even if it ate someone.
Back to the dream...
Zac smiled at me. His eyes were unbelievably blue and sliced right through me. Oh, and he was still shirtless. WHOA. I floundered a bit in mid-air. He grabbed hold of my waist to steady me. OMG, his hands were soooo warm. I look down -- I'm wearing a mid-drift tank top.
(Obviously I'm not myself. There's no way in hell this body is going to wear any shirt unless the hem falls BELOW the waistband of my pants/shorts.)
People in the street cheered the minute he touched me. He snatched his hands away, and muttered something about not liking public performances.
My conscious mind took over then...An ewww, Zac Efron slipped in and I woke up before we could fly away from the prying eyes of the general public.
I came upstairs and told my family Zac Efron could fly and they looked at me like I was nuts...which of course I probably am. For the record, I will NOT be starting any sort of "Hello Zac" campaign. hahahaha
Can any of you fly in your dreams? What would you do with the shark?