Onward Hoe!

I had this really crazy dream last night that I was exiting a mall somewhere, and sitting by the door (outside of a Panera Bread Co. I think) was Jennifer Lopez. Ok it gets better...she was sitting with her in-my-dream-husband, C.S. Lewis. I, of course, was WAY more excited about the possibility of meeting Clive Staples than J-Lo. I wanted to pick his brain...and maybe play a round of "Guess Who," but instead, somehow, J-Lo ended up giving me a ride home in her like really fancy Benz-ish station wagon (it was really weird. it was like a Benz, but it had wood paneling on the sides...leather interior of course). And so I'm sitting in the backseat with her baby and I'm goofing off and wishing I was in the car with Mr. Lewis and I'm singing one of her songs (which is on the radio) REALLY badly as I normally do to her songs, and she's like, "sing something for real" so I sing Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer and she thinks I rock. I think I woke up right before she was fixin' to hook me up with a record deal.

What did I eat last night?? I think the last thing was a fruit tart. Could that have done it? Or is it prophetic?!?! OOooo Katie, how would Joseph interpret this one???