I have been having some bizarre dreams lately. Cool dreams, just bizarre.
It all started with Eddie Vedder. (I think I saw Pearl Jam Twenty on the coffee table, and realized I should renew it since I wasn't going to finish it as quickly as I'd hoped.) I dreamt that a friend of mine invited me to a friend's house, and it turned out to be Eddie Vedder's apartment, near my mom's house! I was so shy, and Eddie was really cool, but I kept walking around just trying to see the cool guitars and not break anything.
Next was Billie Joe Armstrong. We were spooling yellow embroidery floss or yarn onto plastic flat spools. He had bleached hair. We were at my mom's.
Finally, I dreamt that I was at John Krasinski's studio/loft in New York, and we were hanging out while he was mixing drinks and I was checking out his wife's glasswork. In my dream, Emily Blunt was into glassblowing!
I think my favorite dream out of those three is the Billie Joe Armstrong one.
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