I had an amazing dream last night. Y'know, one of those where you can intensely feel the emotions, the place...everything.
I like Russell Crowe. (For a very delicious picture, click here: http://www.5in9.com/graphics/russell_crowe_s1.jpg) Some people don't because of his bad boy ways (but I married a bad boy, so I guess I have a certain affection for them) which seemed to have calmed down since he became a father. I'm looking forward to seeing his next film, "Cinderella Man" which also stars my favorite actress, Renee Zelwegger, or Mrs. Chesney.
Anyway, I had a dream about Russell Crowe. He was "my" guy in this dream. I don't remember all the particulars, but I do remember the strength and power that I felt while he held me in his arms. We were in the midst of danger and he was trying to find a safe way out for us. It gave me warm fuzzies.
And of course, I've had the same types of dreams where my husband is the hero. :-)
Aren't dreams strange? I've dreamt of people that I haven't even thought of for years. I even found a long-lost friend after having one of those dreams, so I don't wonder if they somehow serve a purpose.
I'd like to say that I've dreamt about my manuscripts, but to my knowledge, I haven't. I most often dream that I'm in the movies - mostly World War II movies - and I'm having all sorts of adventures - escaping from Nazis, protecting my home, etc. I wish I could somehow record the scenes of my dreams because some of them, I'd love to replay again and again. I don't know if I'd still experience the intense emotions, but it'd be worth a shot.
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