My dream

I had a very weird dream last night - it was almost up there with the George Clooney/Drugs dream, but not quite.

Basically in the dream it is my 30th birthday and my friends all decided to throw a big shindig for me. They had me pack a bag and head to a hotel, which was in Las Vegas. So as we are headed in they direct me in to this really beautiful suite on the top floor. I'm looking around thinking that we are all going to be cramped since it didn't look like there was more than one bedroom. But since it was my birthday, my friends directed me to take the bedroom as they literally pushed me through the bedroom door.

Here's where it gets weird. When I walked in, who should be waiting for me but Derek Jeter! I didn't really talk to him and the next thing I know he is down on the street getting into his car. And I was thinking that I didn't get a picture nor did I get an autograph. But the thought that really disturbed me most was that I knew he needed to be in Cleveland for the last game of a 4 game series. And I was freaking out that the Yankees would lose the game because Derek Jeter came to visit me in my dream. And that's when I woke up.

I love how illogical my dreams can be. Derek Jeter would not have had to be anywhere other than with me, since my birthday is at the end of January, and everyone knows that there is no baseball in January, not even Spring Training.