I have stupid dreams

Sometimes they're awesome. You know, the getting chased by Freddie Kruger types, getting sexied upon by some hot celebrity or kicking ass with my sweet subconscious fighting skillz. But usually my dreams are only an extension of the events and thoughts throughout the previous hours of my day- Like going to work. Seriously, I once had a dream that I was going to work and when I woke up, had to get ready and go to work.

Last week I was sleeping on my sister's couch with the company of little Nigel. Despite repeated commands to make Nigel sleep on the ottoman at the end of the couch he always ended up back on my feet or burrowed right by my arms or any other crevice my body couldn't cover. I was dreaming that I had long, beautiful hair, the kind of hair that shimmers in the wind much like a Garnier or Pantene commercial. I stir, starting to wake up uncomfortably from my strange slumber only to find the source of my long hair dream. I was laying on my side, facing away from the backrest of the couch and Nigel had nuzzled himself in the space between the cushions and my back. Nigel's hairly little body was align with where my "hair" was in my dream... The reason I dreamed I had long, beautiful hair was because a yorkshire terrier was lodged behind my back.