I had a dream last night. Well...more like this morning in a post-alarm, pre-actually-getting-up haze, I had a dream. My dreams rarely RARELY make any sense. Cause my brain is bizarre. But this one was pretty clear. Ish.
I had a dream about the one, the only....
Now, I am not a football person. At all. AT ALL. It's not that I don't like it, I just don't watch it or follow any teams or players or know anything about it really. I just...don't. But, apparently SOME information has seeped in. Like this guy. He's basically everywhere. His name. His face. He's super religious. Crying. "Tebowing". Yeah...that's about all I know about him. But that's enough for my subconscious, apparently.
Cause according to it, we're totally getting married.
This dream. Kinda bizarre, like the others I've had. Looking at it in context, it really makes no sense. Why would I be at a football game? Who would I go with? Why is this game being played at BYU (my default football location, apparently)? My subconscious knows he's in the NFL and plays for the Broncos. Right? I think?
Yeah. I'm pretty sure. After all, I do live in Broncos Country. Which I have largely ignored. Yup.
But, anyway. This dream occurred in Provo, Utah, for nonsensical reasons. Just go with it.
So I went to the game. We met somehow. End up walking through a deserted BYU campus with snow lightly falling. It was romantic and crap. He toooootally liked me. Said he wanted to take me somewhere, but I didn't have my own car to drive home in. I drove with...my parents? Yeah! THAT'S who went with. Okay. Whatever. So he said, "Next time?" And I totally said yes. We were supposed to meet by a bridge and so on and so forth and then married.
So, there you go. Who knew? I certainly didn't. But somewhere in my weirdo brain, I like football players.