Dreaming is Awesome

I had a freaking awesome dream.

I was married to some guy with hair to his shoulders. That's the first sign it's a dream because I don't really like it when guys have hair to their shoulders. He was still really handsome, though. Anyways, we were in a race that I was participating in for fun and he was participating in for real. Apparently he was like a professional runner. The first ten people across the finish line got to go to the second round. I was doing it because he was and like I said: for fun. Even though I suck at races in real life, I was actually doing really well because I was keeping up with him and he was at the front of the crowd of people racing. When we got close to the finish line, he started to sprint. Of course he made first place. Then I decided I was going to sprint. I miraculously made seventh place.

So the next race was about to start and my name in the dream started with an M, like Miranda or something. We were all standing in a line, my husband next to me, getting ready to go for it. This time, I wasn't doing the race for fun, I was going for the win. I was going to work my butt off, because if I could win the qualifying race, then I could finish this race. The race starts and we all go for it and it turns into something other than a track field. This time it was like a water park. We were racing through a water park. And we had to do like 100 laps. If you missed any of the water slides or tunnels, you were disqualified. I was doing pretty well as people started to get disqualified. We were through a couple of laps when my husband and I decided to team up. We were doing even better as a team, even though it doesn't really make sense.

We were going through this one tunnel on our marshmallows - yes, marshmallows - when it all went wrong. He was telling me that there was a tunnel in the tunnel and I kept telling him that there wasn't. I came out of the tunnel we were in, and I was disqualified. I was really upset because I wanted to finish with my husband. But I got out and went to the place where all the disqualified contestants were sitting. I dropped my bag of marshmallows (which fell really dramatically and slowly) and glumly started to watch the race, occasionally taking a sip of water from my water bottle.

I was started to get into it when a girl contestant started to hit on my husband! Seeing what was going on, the disqualified contestant sitting next to me took my iPod and switched my headphones with the girls headphones. He was going to toss the iPod to either my husband or the girl, but I had no idea how this was going to keep the girl from hitting on my husband and sabotaging his win. Before the guy could toss the iPod down to the girl or whoever, there was a knock at the door and I woke up.

I'm kinda mad that I woke up because it was a really cool dream that I liked and I wanted to see what happened and how the iPod would have helped my husband. Also, whenever anything pertained to my husband, I think I actually felt love. It was a really good feeling and I liked it. Also, I learned that even though I, as a woman, may always be right, my husband can be right sometimes, also. Just kidding, I don't really believe in the "the woman is always right" thingy.

Anyways, as far as dreams go, that one is probably one of my favorites and I hope I can remember it even ten years from now. I wrote it down so that it would be easier to remember in the future.