dreams are good

except for when they occur just right before my alarm is set to go off. because then i'm ripped out of my dream-like state, rather rudely, and it's so so difficult to get back to that state of utter bliss (especially if said dream contains darren criss, my lover)

last night i struggled to fall into my REM cycle, or my dream state....in fact, i'm almost sure i was consciously aware of tossing and turning all night until i found just the right dream to lull me into sleep mode.
and all it took was dreaming of darren criss. i think i'll take it.

if you really wanna read about my dream (and my knack for remembering minute details), read on:




i was at my mom's place, in california. and for some reason, i was posing as a high school senior, again, and was getting myself ready for school, along with the rest of my 3 siblings. {and if you recall, both I and my sister Brianna have both graduated from high school AND college, so being back in high school is quite a strange turn to my dream} darren was there, and i needed to hide the fact that i was going to school, because obviously, that's weird (especially as a 24 year old). in the back of my mind, he couldn't know that i was getting ready for school that morning (or that he was dating a high school senior at 25 {his birthday was yesterday: this may have prompted this dream. and don't judge me for knowing that. i follow him on twitter....i'm in the know of all things celebrity})
so, the 4 siblings left for school (and i distinctly remember walking down the stairs and taking the same route i took to the car when i WAS actually in high school). while i was away, i received a phone call, but i was unable to answer it because i was answering a question, or doing something (but i don't recall being at my high school, strange).
when i checked my phone, it did indeed say, "1 missed call". so i left the room that i was in to check it (and subsequently, ended back at my apartment, in my backyard, pre-jungle gym era {and don't worry if you don't understand what that means. i do, and this is about my dream, and my memories. not yours}) my phone was not the phone i currently have. in fact, it was an old school, non-smart phone, phone. as i checked, my contacts had been changed (as well as the name of my phone: Omega {i didn't even know i had named my phone...}) but i digress. in my phone, i was known as mrs. criss. and darren, obviously, was noted as being mr. criss. (so we were married?! or thinking about it?!)
well, i called darren back and asked if he had accessed my phone and changed the names of my contacts/phone, wanting to know if me being "mrs. criss" in my phone was foreshadowing something. he feigned innocence, and claimed he didn't know what i was talking about. so i dropped it, with a sly smile on my face, and said, what did you call about? he asked me about the steering wheel on my car, and if it was in good enough shape to drive to santa monica. (what the steering wheel has to do with anything, i've no idea) i was thinking he needed my car while i was at school, so i was getting ready to go upstairs (since i was back home and all) to give him my car key to use. and i said, well, the car can definitely make it to santa monica, it just needs a tank of gas, and an oil change, but no bigs. definitely in the right shape to drive there.
that appeased him, and he continued to tell me that the studio (he is an actor, after all) called and he had exciting news! (so understandably, i thought he had been offered another part, or they extended his contract on Glee) he then said that tonight we would drive down to santa monica and have dinner at some fancy shmancy restaurant (whose name i either didn't catch, or can't remember now, as the last dregs of the dream fade from my mind). he wanted to make sure that i would be free, and would be able to go out to dinner with him.
of course i said yes, and got those butterflies in my stomach, as if this was the first date, and i couldn't believe that darren criss was asking me out (so clearly, the whole name change thing was done as a bit of foreshadowing, just not by me, as if my life were a movie. how romantic!)

and then sadly, my alarm blared at me. and i was awoken, and never got that date with darren. but boy, am i looking forward to when it does happen. in my dreams, of course. ;)

now, if you've been keeping score (or if you read my blog regularly), you'll know that this is at least the 2nd time i've had a dream about darren criss (at least, that i could clearly remember once morning arrived). CLEARLY, he and i are meant to be together, right?? :)