I Dream of John

Last night, I dreamt I spilled Strawberry hill on the white carpet in the bonus room. I was panicking because I knew it would stain, but Hannah didn't bother to help. I managed to clean it myself, but it did indeed stain (in the shape of a face giving a thumbs up no less 0.o). Woot.

I was getting all mad at Hannah as we left to bonus room, yelling and whatnot, but then John Green, in a rather fatherly way, glared at us and told us to be quiet. I'd forgotten that he usually works at that time of night. So real life me discovered that John Green lived with me, something dream me was perfectly accustomed to. He was doing a BlogTV show-I realized this because he said, "I think I'll read you some poetry" to his computer-so I went upstairs so as to not disturb him, and to put the dirty towel away.* While upstairs real life me reminded dream me that OMG JOHN GREEN IS BLOGTV-ING IN YOUR KITCHEN!! Dream me responded, "Chill, I know!". To which real me insisted, "We have to go down and hang out".

I went down to talk to John under the pretext of asking him what this thing on my arm was (eew, I know, but it seemed like the kind of thing one asks one's dad). He told me to ask the cognitive surplus of the nerdfighters on BlogTV what it might be. I was on the interwebs, in front of at least 400 people, asking what this bump on my arm was... but John green was my father figure, so this is definitely a good dream.



*I have never seen John Green doing a BlogTV show from outside the computer, but I could see him so clearly that you'd think I was around all the time when he did them. I wish a was a good enough writer to describe it in better detail, because it was kind of awesome.