Friday, February 22, 2013

The One Where I Woke Up Squeeling

This morning at 4:15am, I woke myself up from squeeling out loud like an excited little girl.

It was awesome.

So I had a dream that I was in Manhattan visiting for a short period of time and so to get the "New York City" experience, I was walking around looking and watching and taking it all in. I've never been to NYC so pretty much my dream was making it all up, but I could even smell it--it was kind of like over-cooked hot dogs. I have no idea if the city actually smells like that, but it did in my dream. The air was crisp and fresh feeling, and bright.

Anyway, so at one point I was walking a street with lots of street vendors and I was taking pictures of just about everything. I saw a really cool horse statue thing and so I took a picture. Then the vendor saw me, waved me over and said that he had an even prettier, more ornate one and offered to let me take a picture of it--as long as he was in it. The horse-thing was goldleafed with jewels around the neck and where a sadle would be. The eyes were jewels and had a white mane and tale. It was beautiful. I laughed and agreed and befriended the man as I took his picture.  I waved goodbye and kept walking down the street.

Then I was approached by a man that seemed to be homeless. We chatted and he suggested a couple of places for me to visit. I gave him some money to buy a meal. In my dream, I made friends with a homeless man. In New York City. Yeah, that would ONLY happen in my dreams. If I were alone, I would be too scared to do it in real life.

After I befriended the nice homeless man, I continued meandering down the street until I came across this chic, expensive little resturant. Apparently watching the chef was encouraged because I came in and stood in corner and watched the chef prepare and plate a meal in front of a couple. I took some pictures to document my experience and then tried to quietly slip out of the resturant when the famous chef finished.

This is where it starts to get really weird....(as if it wasn't weird already....)...

As I walked past the chef, we made eye contact and I smiled. He asked if my name was Megan. I stopped, suddenly scared that I had done something wrong and little creeped out that he knew who I was.

I slowly nodded and he smiled and waved me over. I walked a few steps and suddenly he was holding this large, beautiful bouquet of huge, gorgeous white roses, complete with green sprigs, and tied with a beautiful gold ribbon. He handed them to me. I was confused and tried to give them back, telling him that he had the wrong person. He smiled and shook his head and said that they were for me...and I was to follow him to a private table for a surprise. My mind was blank while I tried to figure out who had done this. I didn't know anyone here. I was confused and a little freaked out.

I asked the chef a bunch of questions about who it was that I was supposed to be meeting, but he just smiled and told me that my "friend" would be there shortly. I sat there admiring the beautiful china and glassware. There was a lovely view of Central Park outside the window. The sound of quiet voices and tinkling silverware was a peaceful contrast to the nervousness and figitiness that I felt.

Then I looked up and saw a man coming towards me. with a big smile on his face. A man that I instantly recognized. We were old friends after all (news to me!).

I jumped up and ran to Nathan Fillion. I was so excited! I hadn't seen him in years!

Nathan Fillion Picture

He opened up his arms and I jumped up and caught him around the neck as he swung me around. I laughed. And then started asking a million questions.

"Why are you here? How did you know I was here? How did you know I was this resturant? I'm only in town for a few hours. How did you do all of this? Why did you do all of this?"

He laughed and said, "I know people and wanted your visit to the city to memorable. Let's eat, I'm hungry."

That's when I woke up smiling and squeeling like a little girl as he hugged me tightly again.

Man, I wish I hadn't woken up.

This dream was weird, even for me. I very, very rarely dream about celebrities. I can't even think of a time when I did.

But hey, if I'm going to dream of one, at least it's awesome AND it's Nathan Fillion. :D

And someone please tell me that other people have dreams this detailed. I did not add any flourish to this dream. This is exactly what happened. Yeah, I'm weird. :)