I've noticed while pregnant, I've had some wild, vibrant dreams. They seem so realistic.
Yesterday I dreamt that Oprah Winfrey invited me to her house for lunch. Sure. Why not. In my bizarre dream I'm closer to her than Gail.
I made it all the way to her front door, when Oprah came rushing out to meet me on her porch, slamming the door behind her. "The house is a mess," she said. "I didn't have time to clean, so we'll have to go out." (What the hell, maids?!)
She offered to drive - which was nice - in her green Neon (what?! No Rolls?! Was I not good enough?)
So here I am, rollin with Oprah in a NEON ... to eat lunch from Panda Express on a mall bench. That was her choice, not mine.
I woke up kinda pissed at Oprah for being a lousy host ... plus I was hungry. That Chinese food didn't stick with me at all...