Dreams

So, I haven't been doing too well with this whole blogging thing. My stint as Relief Society president kept me a little busy, so now that I've been released I have some time on my hands. Back to the blogging world! :)

I started a new job (actually, maybe I've started three new jobs since I wrote last. That's bad...). I first worked at Bath and Body Works and a little kiosk right outside of BBW. Both of which were not exactly what I envisioned when I dedicated four years of my life to higher education. But they paid the bills. We won't talk about how much money actually never left the walls of the mall. We just won't. But now, I am a teller at a credit union. I love it! Okay, maybe love isn't the right word, but I've spent enough time unemployed and under-employed to be grateful for a good job. It pays better than the mall, has banking hours, and provides benefits. So, I am content.

Anyway, so back to the original topic of this post. Dreams. I've been having some interesting ones lately. A couple of nights ago, I woke up kind of laughing at myself (okay, okay...not literally. I did not literally wake up laughing. That would be a little weird, actually). My dream was just so...odd. I don't know. The dream was me learning that the "Billionaire" song by Bruno Mars was actually a remake of the hit song "Millionaire" by Michael Jackson, sung in the 1980's. No joke. I actually heard the Michael Jackson version in my dream. It was pretty good! And the funny part about this dream is that everyone knew that it was a remake but me. And I felt pretty stupid. So, don't go looking this up on the internet. It is not actually a remake. I just have really weird dreams.

And then last night (or this morning, as I woke up at 5:30 am on a SATURDAY MORNING! Who does that?) I had a dream that I was back at BYU and it was fall time. I can honestly say that I just felt SO happy in this dream. There are details that I remember from the dream that I won't elaborate on because they are simply just me remembering what it was like for me to be back there. I can honestly say that as a student at BYU, I was happy. Very happy. I think it has to do with the fact that I had always wanted to go there, even as a child. You could say it was my dream to go there. And now that I have graduated and moved on, having that dream last night made me realize that that "dream" is over. It makes me kind of sad in a way to realize that. I wish I could go back, but I know it won't be the same experience. So, I guess now I have to find some new dreams, but not of the Michael Jackson variety.