Alright dream interpreters, I need you again. Carmen? Where are you?
I fell asleep last night. In the middle of the night, I dreamt of Bieber.
It was not a dirty dream. Rather, it was a dream that just felt weird. I met Bieber, but it wasn’t like I was 20 years older than him (like I feel now). Bieber and I flirted for a hot minute. Then all of the sudden I was in his backyard watching the Cleveland Indians play baseball. Up close. 🙂
And then I was holding a baby. Cutest baby in the world. And she was mine! A fuzzy little purple onesie and a cute little nose nuzzled in my neck, and she fell asleep on me. And then there was a little baby boy, and darnit was he cute, too.
It was a very calming and happy feeling…as long as the babies didn’t belong to Bieber. Although…then I wouldn’t have to worry about starting college funds.