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meredith's Love Letters response to "Get Into My Car".

I have this recurring dream, GOOMD, that the Globe sends me to a local hotel to interview Justin Timberlake. But when I get to the hotel, I can't find the room. I'm running down hallways with a notebook and pen in my hand, banging on doors, desperately trying to figure out where he is.

I'm telling you this because my dreams don't mean that I'm going to date Justin Timberlake or that he and I have some sort of spiritual connection. The dreams mean that I'm stressed about deadlines, or that I've had too many Skittles before bed, or that I've gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night and caught a glimpse of Justin Timberlake on the tabloid magazine that's sitting on top of my toilet.

Dreams are just dreams. They're revealing, of course, but your dreams aren't telling you anything you don't already know. You're still curious about your ex. That's fine and not at all unusual. And I'm sure the fact that you've got a baby on the way is making you extra emotional. Impending fatherhood is enough to cause weird, paranoid dreams about everything that seems unfinished.

For your own sanity, I'd de-friend Suzanne online. Then I'd accept the fact that you're always going to have feelings for her and wonder about her. I promise you, the dreams won't last forever. Soon enough, you'll be too busy to sleep. In the meantime, it might help to avoid Facebook (and other social networks) before you get into bed. Maybe read something significant before you turn off the lights. And keep a picture of Justin Timberlake in your bathroom. You'll wind up having my upsetting dreams, which might be a nice change.

Readers? Do the dreams mean anything? Is this about the baby? If not, what is it about? Anybody have dream problems? Should he contact Suzanne? Discuss.

Booter sez: This probably makes perfect sense but I'm too hopped up on Adderall to know for certain.


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