Sometimes you just have to accept what happens and not question the reasons. Still, I can't help but wonder if my latest dream was somehow inspired by Jay's wonderful blog "The Depp Effect" (and her tantalizing "pale biscuit coloured trousers" photo in particular).
Or perhaps it was from staring at this calendar over my desk at work for the past month:
Then again, maybe it was the wallpaper on my large office monitor:
If it was your blog, thank you Jay.
And thank you Morpheus, the God of Dreams for finally bestowing upon me the best imaginary experience I have ever had.
(Err, don't tell hubby, K? Thanx.)
Now, I am not giving out any juicy details; suffice to say, it was a very romantic encounter with Mr. Depp.
Huh? Oh, sorry. Just recalling, is all.
Don't beg me for details; I won't reveal them...
Go ahead, try
... for fear of atrracting Internet Pervs or Mr. Depp's solicitors (who, as far as I know, aren't Internet Pervs, but are probably far more relentless).
Anyway, it's pretty rare that my dreams turn out the way I would like them to. Most of the time if I DO remember them, they end with some kind of plunge in an out-of-control elevator. All alone.
Oh, I KNOW there is some Freudian psychoanalytic theory for that one...
So, why the heck am I sharing this?
Or to simply have a blatant and unabashed excuse to
decorate my blog with post some delish Johnny Depp photos?
It's also my Dream to get on Humor Blogs front page...
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