Invocation of a Dream

Just before I fall asleep at night, I silently wish for a great dream. Now of course by now you know about my television addiction, so it's no suprise that actors are frequently the object of desire in my dreams. Last night it was Jared Padalecki. Yum-O! He was hanging around some dude that I just couldn't stand, so I tried to ditch him many times. I ended up having a car race with him, and Jared was his passenger. So we're driving close to another, and I ram the drivers side trying to kill this dude I hate. Their car flips and stops short of bursting into flames. So I run over there to see if Jared is ok. He's fine, and says to me "what are you doing tonight?" I know he's wanting to bone me, but I had plans for the night. So I tell him I'm busy but I'm free the next night. He asks me how he can get a hold of me, and I say "don't worry babe, I'll find you." Then I wake up. What kind of crap is that? First of all, I hate driving super fast, and I certainly never call anyone "babe". It's a shame that my dreams are soo much better than my realities. But I sure do love having them!