So last night I had the strangest dream I’ve had in awhile (yes, you can interpret that since I am dreaming I slept). Last night I dreamt that good ol? ben jones whom I loved, loved, loved with all my 23-year-old heart proposed to me.

It was weird because ben jones and some of the other guys from college came into the bowling alley. They were all adult-like and stuff, most of them married and with kids. I don?t know why they were all together or why they were at our bowling alley.

I was most happy to see them all and it was so nice. We chatted for awhile and eventually they had to leave which made me sad. But the most sad thing was they all had to leave with their families and spouses and what not.

Shortly after cleaning up the bowling alley I left too, I got into Ruby and turned on the radio. It was a bright sunshiney summery day. I remember this part of the dream quite vividly.

As I was driving down the highway, a convertible-bus full of catholic school girls in plaid skirts and white shirts pulled up behind me. I kept looking in my rear-view mirror because I?d never seen a bus that was a convertible, much less a convertible full of catholic-school girls. All the girls were holding handfuls of flowers. There were daisies, black-eyed susans and more tiger lilies than I?d ever seen in my entire life.

Eventually, the convertible/bus pulled up alongside of me and as I looked over all the catholic girls started singing “your eyes” by peter gabriel (hey, I can’t help this schmaltz, it was a dream).

It was really most weird. They just kept singing and singing with their hands full of flowers. The bus followed me all the way home. It was my home, but oddly enough (remember this is a dream), I lived in this giant old house. It was gorgeous, like my dream house with a big front porch and lots of windows. As I walked across the porch, the front door swung open and there was ben jones. He got down on one knee and proposed to me.

I knocked him down in my excitement. He was lying on his back and I was straddling him asking him over and over and over and over if he was sure. He said he was sure that he loved me. I was whooping with joy when my family came into the entryway to congratulate us.

So then talk quickly turned into wedding plans and I just kept asking him if he was sure the entire time.

And that was it. Feel free to play freud.