My whole life I’ve had really vivid, memorable, and sometimes bizarre dreams.  I know it’s boring to read about other people’s dreams, so I don’t post about them very much, but one I had last night was especially strange.

I dreamed that Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt (I dream about celebrities pretty often; I probably read too many celebrity gossip blogs) were getting married at North Grand Mall in Ames, I think at JC Penney’s.  I wanted to go in to catch of glimpse of them, but there were guards all over the parking lot who wouldn’t let me.

There in the parking lot, I found two little bundles, and I knew that it was Zahara and Maddox.  I didn’t know what they were doing out in the parking lot, but I didn’t think they were safe, so I grabbed them up.  The Zahara bundle was a little blob of clay, and the Maddox bundle was a shriveled little ginger root.

Word somehow got to Brad and Angelina that I was protecting their kids (no idea about the location of the other ones), and they came out to express their gratitude.  I was handing them over and I accidentally broke the blob of clay that was Zahara, and I felt terrible, but they didn’t seem concerned.  Brad did a trick that involved pushing on them from the bottom, and POOF, they turned into regular kids.

I got into a car with them and we drove away.  As we were driving, Brad expressed concern that the public disapproved of their relationship.  I told him he shouldn’t worry about that, that it’s important to have a partner who challenges you and keeps you sharp, and that Angelina was a better choice than that milquetoast Jennifer Aniston.  He put his arm around me in a friendly way, but I felt strange because I didn’t want Angelina to get the wrong idea.

The alarm woke me up then, and Denny’s arm was around me, which really makes a lot more sense.