Tidbit

Last night, I held hands with Patrick Dempsey, walked arm-in-arm with George Clooney, and shopped for power tools with Matt Damon. I am LOVING my subconscious right now.

Edited to add: it just occurred to me that perhaps all of those dreams were my brain's way of wishing me a "happy birthday." Either way, I'm not complaining. Instead, I'm going to try to go back to sleep and see if I can dream of making a porn movie with Eric Dane. I'm not sure if that's quite what they mean when they say "find a happy place" but if it works for me, I don't see the problem.