Had a crazy dream last night. Before I went to bed, I told myself I wanted to remember my dream, so when I woke up, I did. I dreamt that me, my director, and a coworker were on a plane heading to Ireland for a wedding. Before we took off, I kept trying to get off the plane to get my blackberry and some tylonol pm for the flight, but the flight attendants wouldn't let me off. While waiting on the plane, I gave my director a gift to open. He opened it and it was an ironing board, and when he unfolded it, I was embarrassed that it was the small kind that just sat on the bed as opposed to the larger one that stands on it's own. Just before take-off, the flight attendants announced that the wedding had been called off, but the bride's parents were still going to pay for our trip while in Ireland since we had all purchased the tickets over. So, instead of a wedding, it was going to be like a mini vacation. All of the sudden, I am standing in Ireland with my director and coworker in a dress and heading to dinner. I don't remember getting to Ireland, doing anything during the day there, or how I got dressed for dinner. When I questioned my coworker, she said that I got really drunk that day and must have blacked out during the day tour we had taken.
Then I woke up. No earthly idea how or why I dreamt that. Weird, huh?
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Yes, but hey at least you got to go to Ireland.
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