Are you ready for this?

Last night I had a dream that I was in high school & working for my dad at his office, & I took a quick break to go to Barnes & Noble to buy a new book & also to find out where exactly Nova Scotia is (?), & the guy at the information desk was John Mayer, & he asked for my number & then proceeded to stalk me. So I went down to Texas, where I had suddenly turned into Melissa Rycroft, & I was a cheerleader with really bad highlights at some college, & then I got a new studio apartment that happened to be on Priest Lake, except Priest Lake was more like the ocean with big crashing waves, & my studio apartment happened to be a little house with 5 bedrooms that my family (who happened to be inside) kept fighting over. Oh, & the house was literally ON Priest Lake, like on stilts, except there wasn't a bridge to get to the house so you had to wade through the crashing waves (Priest Lake = ocean, remember) to get through the front door, & since I was carrying my camera & two extra lenses, I was sort of freaking out, & the water kept getting into my camera & I was scared that I it was getting ruined. 

Then I woke up. 

Translation: 

1. They're doing construction on 86th Street right now for a few new luxury buildings (condos) & are putting a Barnes & Noble on the 1st floor of one in particular. This means that we will have three Barnes & Nobles with in a three block radius. THREE. Massive, huge bookstores. The Upper East Side must be full of bookworms. 
2. Have you seen the photos of John Mayer in a mankini/sling? A la Borat? I won't link it for fear of offending my mother & such, but it's an image that sorts of sticks with you.
3. I'm excited for upcoming travels. 
4. I must make an appointment today to get my hair colored. Two-inch roots aren't pretty.
5. I miss Priest Lake (+ my family). 
6. We're apartment shopping. I would sort of love to have a guest bedroom + an office + a backyard for barbecuing & what not. Is that so much to ask?
7. I've maybe been watching Dancing With the Stars. I secretly like it, & I hope that Melissa wins. Take that, Jason (idiot). 
8. I'm really, really wanting a new lens for my camera. I have my heart set on one, but it will take some saving of pennies before I take the plunge (with Mike's full support).
   

The Nazi.

I had a dream last night that I went to prison as punishment for some unknown crime. I kept trying to escape so that I could see Mike, but every attempt was thwarted by the terribly mean warden who would catch me & drag me back, screaming & crying, then handcuff me to the fence (of course prisons have indoor fences, next to swimming pools, obviously). I woke up crying real tears.

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As I sat there at 4am, I realized that the prison warden was actually one our doormen, who we refer to as "The Nazi". He's just that nice.

I appreciate people who are really positive, but I'm not always that person.

• I was home sick yesterday. Mike is home sick today, much more sick than I was. Sad.
• My arms/back are sore from carrying groceries for 5 blocks yesterday. Sad (that my muscles are really that weak).
• I dreamt last night of massive worldwide destruction, which resulted in us living on an island of misery that sort of looked looked like The Tower of London (sad), but with tropical beaches (lovely).
• I work at a hedge fund. Maybe sad?

*In happier news, I made these cupcakes-in-disguise yesterday & I love them. So good.

On the subway. With Joshua Radin.

(In my dreams.)

I had a dream last night that Mike & I ran into Joshua (I call him Joshua) on the subway & he told us that he had written a new song that he wanted to sing for us. It was beautiful. We also talked to him about how he was happy again, & how that was just so great (even though on the inside, I sort of wished he was sad again, or at least that his new music - though I like it - wasn't so poppy). I want to see him in concert again. I loved this song live (except when we saw him perform it, it was much slower... & he was on the verge of tears throughout the whole song. Okay. I guess I'm glad he's happy again.):

Dreams.

My buddy, Winston Creer. Trying to catch some zz's on our couch.

I had a dream last night that the doctors told Elizabeth that baby Noah had to cook a little bit longer in a belly, & they nominated my belly. So, I swallowed (yes, swallowed) Noah & into my uterus he went. BUT THEN. He went vampire-baby on me (ala Breaking Dawn) & everywhere I went I could feel his heartbeat thumping through my body as he grew bigger & stronger. The scariest part of the dream was when I realized that I would have to actually deliver this now-10 lb. baby. Apparently when I swallowed him I had not realized this was part of the package. I was not happy about this, terrified actually, & subsequently woke up in almost-tears with a piercing (likely tension-induced) headache to match.

The night before- I had a dream that Mike & I decided to get jobs working at JCrew (the discount would be nice, right?). They put Mike in the "best" part of the store & put me somewhere in the back, saying that it was because he was far more attractive than me.

Strange dreams. I haven't slept very well the past few nights.

Cocktails.

Last night I hosted a cocktail reception for about 70 people (some with my firm, the rest being invited guests). The venue was amazing - a roof deck of a private club I'd never be able to get into in Soho - & the weather was perfect. I spent about 3 1/2 hours schmoozing with people. Lots & lots of the same conversations on repeat... describing my role at the firm, what we do, details about our investing strategy, etc. I enjoy these kinds of events (I guess I'm paid to enjoy them), but they are exhausting. By the time I got home I was completely spent & totally dehydrated, thanks to the extreme humidity last night & my apparent ignorance in the presence of water at the bar. My feet ached & my throat was hoarse from talking for so long.

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I collapsed into bed.

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And then the event repeated itself in my dreams. In its entirety. For the entire 6 hours of sleep I managed to squeeze in. Every conversation was replicated. In intricate detail.
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I woke up really, really tired.

Zzz's (or lack thereof).

I had a dream that my teeth were filled with cavernous cavities that hurt.

I had a dream that on my morning commute on Metro North, I decided to unhook two trains so that the back half of the train was left somewhere in the Bronx, while the rest of us sped quickly along towards Connecticut. I clearly found this quite amusing.

I had a dream that my eyelashes disappeared & I just couldn't find them, no matter how much mascara I tried to put on.

I didn't sleep well last night.