Circus Kelli's comment made me think about the dream I had the other night. She said she dreamt she had a relationship with John Stamos. I always thought he was a little too pretty myself, I was more of a C. Thomas Howell gal myself. (Hello? Soul Man?!?! Touched me.) And of course the Ricks, and I had a bout of Corey infatuation as well.
But I never, ever had it for Tom Cruise.
Oh, my friends were SO in love with him. Posters on their walls, "I LOVE TOM" on their folders, buttons, iron on transfers, the whole bit.
Back then even, I knew he was a bit off. He just struck me as being, an alien I guess.
And look, I was right! He is an alien, at least according to John Travolta.
I had this dream that we were at the movies, and he and I had been dating for a few weeks, and I remember just feeling gushy about him, about how excited I was to be with him, that he was just the coolest thing since sliced bread. After the movie, his PARENTS picked us up to drive us home (which, even in dream state, I thought was a little kooky). He walked me to my door to give me a good night kiss, and he starts jumping up and down, "OKAY, I love you. I am so in love with you. I just love you!" Literally freaking me the hell out, even in my dream. I was so conflicted, being really excited because I was thoroughly attracted to him, but then he had to throw that Love word out there, which, in my real life, I don't say to anyone until I am absolutely sure about them, and just then POOF I woke up.
I guess it freaked the real Me out so much I had to get the subconscious Me the hell out of that situation.
But now, when I see pictures of him, I almost feel nostalgic for that one night we spent together that was so nice, and sweet, the night Tom Cruise loved me.
It could've been To-Jana, ya know. Or Jom. Or TomaJana.