best. dream. ever.

I had a dreeeam...and it was a glooooorious dream (that line should be read in the voice Will Ferrell when he's playing the hot tub lover).

Anyway, last night I had a dream that Paul taught me how to fly. We flew through a city, over some hills, and down into a valley. Once in the valley, he told me to reach down. As I lowered my hand, my fingers began to graze the top of a crystal blue lake. At that moment, I felt so alive, and as a tiny droplet of water splashed up onto my face, tears of joy began to well up in my eyes. Unfortunately, the moment was cut short when I almost smashed into some rocks (such a rookie mistake). 

Despite the rough ending, I am now convinced that flying would be the coolest. thing. ever.

Pass me the clippers, please.

I totally dreamt that I had chest hair last night. And by chest hair, I don't mean the well kept kind; but rather the really thick, curly, mat-like kind.