Sweet dreams are made of this...

... who am I to disagree?

(Sorry if you have that song stuck in your head now.)

I have now had dreams for three nights in a row about being married and/or getting married.

In the first two, there was a specific husband involved. The same guy. A guy who I used to hang out with, but who I never technically called my boyfriend.

Three nites ago, I dreamt I was at my house (which isn't the condo I live in now, that's for sure -- let's HOPE I live in a house that nice someday). But I digress. I was in my house watching TV with blogmom because my husband (the guy I never technically called my BF) was some TV star and we were watching him on his big primetime show debut.

Two nites ago, I dreamt I was at my house (again, a giant house, though I'm not sure if it was the one from the nite) with my husband (again, same said former flame). I won't go into too much detail on this one (hey, blogdad is reading!), but suffice to say a phone call came and distracted us at a very inopportune time.

(BTW, the "phone call" was really my alarm going off.)

Last nite, I dreamt I was getting married. I was in the back of church with blogdad getting ready to walk down the aisle. (Sidenote: I was happy to see that in my dream, I had lost about 10-15 pounds for my big day.) This time, there was no groom to be seen, so I really don't know who I was marrying. But at least I looked hot! :)

Anyhow, what do you suppose all this dreaming of husbands and weddings means? Inquiring (sleeping) minds want to know.

P.S. I still talk to and am friends with my dream husband (wow -- that sounds weird) IRL.