Glees & Bees

Just to clear this up ahead of time, I am not a gigantic Glee fan. I find it entertaining and sometimes enjoy the music, but I don't LOVE it. However, I get a LOT of sub-conscious action with Chord Overstreet.

There was some sort of Glee concert/musical going on at a venue near my house, and my friends and I went to see it.

SOMEHOW, and I don't know how because I never get to meet famous people, I ran into both Chord Overstreet and the guy who plays Mike Chang. Upon meeting first Sam and then Mike, I approached them and planted a huge kiss on each of their lips. I somehow convinced both of them that I was part of the musical and they were supposed to kiss me. This was by far the best part of the dream.


I switched dreams completely after this. My friend Anna and I are in a store with Ethan and my Uncle Jeff. I'm wearing a green plaid prom dress and Anna is also in a dress, I don't remember what it looked like. (Green plaid would not be my first choice on a prom dress.)

Anna and I are shopping for a necklace to wear with my dress. I vividly remember trying on two necklaces, one that is a large green plastic star on a red string and the other that is a large red plastic star on a green string.

I gave up on matching the necklace with my clothing and finally chose a necklace that was an ornate, abstract wooden carving on a cord. I went to buy it and Uncle Jeff was buying Ethan a train set.

We all got into the car, a convertible, and began driving home, when we drove through a cloud of bees. Like most normal people, I hate bees.

I swatted a few away, but then a bee flew into each of my ears and started burrowing in. I was afraid to stick my fingers into my ears to try and get them out because the bees would sting the inside of my ears. They kept burrowing further in and buzzing, and when I was almost woken up I remembered that I was wearing earplugs and so the bees could not be in my ears after all.


I freaking hate bees.

On a side note, I was about halfway through the bee story when a spider crawled under my door and into my room and it led to me trying and failing to kill it three times, then waking up my brother in the middle of the night so he could kill it for me and I don't even feel bad because I can't stop thinking about that statistic that says people eat like 500 spiders a year in their sleep and I keep feeling crawly legs on me gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.

*UPDATE*
One of my friends just told me that that spider-eating statistic was just made up to see how fast fake statistics can spread. I have chosen to believe her.