I don't consider myself as the kind person who gets star struck. No goofy ideas about trying to meet a celeb .... even Grant Show, who was a star on Ryan's Hope and Melrose Place (among others) was "just Grant" to me. His dad was my boss for 20 years, and Grant was his son at picnics and other events.
As a young teen, I had posters of Donny Osmond, and a six foot tall poster of Bobby Sherman on the back of my bedroom door.
In the past. I have had dreams where I found myself having dinner with Frank Reagan -- never with Tom Sellick, always the character.
Tonight's dream ooo la la was with Harvey Specter. We were being investigated by some strange women looking for photos of kids (none found!) He was wandering and pacing in my bedroom wearing a big fluffy navy blue robe. Every time things started to look bleak, and more investigators were called in, he would hug me and tell me he was never going to let me go when all this was over. (Yeah, right, *eyeroll*)
If you haven't watches Suits on Netflix, mmmm Harvey in a moneyed suit. A slick haircut. And a smile that makes women swoon! (And in my dream, he was mine!!!) lol
Imagine my surprise when I woke up here in MY plain old bedroom, sans Harvey ...... *sigh* we could have been so good together .... *giggles*
Considering the way things have been going for me, a really good dream that I was able to remember is much better than recent melt downs.
One of the mantras I say to myself is "if you want things to change, you have to change things up." Its time for me to put that phrase to work. To change the order of things to be done each day, and relieve some of the stress and tension that seems to have made a permanent place in my life.
Thanks, Harvey, for the nudge in a different direction! *laughs*
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