Anyway, during the game last night, I thought "Wow, I hope I don't dream about David Aardsma again." Which was like a dare to my subconscious, I guess. Because there he was. David Aardsma. In a completely unrelated dream. He just stood there said "I don't know why I'm here."
Yeah, David Aardsma. Me neither.
Any psych majors out there wanna have a go at interpretting what my weird sleepy-time obsession with David Aardsma is? Other than the obvious....that his name is an awful lot like "Aardvark," and that's fascinating to me.
Also weird and creepy, today marks the 4th time in 5 days that I have had a specific moment of majorly bummed out disappointment. Then I get in my car. And "More than a Feeling" by Boston is playing, on the radio--not cd or iPod. The first time it happened, I was all "Awww....this song makes me happy again! yay!" The second time it happened, I thought it was sort of a weird coincidence. The third time it happened, it seemed even odder. And today, the 4th time, I'm honestly a little creeped out. I assume the universe doesn't want to see me sad or bummed out, so it is trying to help.
But FYI Universe, "More than a Feeling" isn't the ONLY thing that cheers me up. I also like bunnies, ice cream, cute boys and cash. Just sayin'. In case you ever want to shake things up a little. I'm starting to worry that there's going to be some kind of Pavlovian response now, and every time I hear "More than a Feeling," I'm going to feel bummed out for no reason. That would suck.