I am famous

Well, in my dreams at least.

Last night I had a dream that was actually kind of fun. Before bed I was watching the finale of Dancing with the Stars. I could take or leave the show overall, but felt compelled to see who would win this time around. Shortly after, I went to sleep. I dreamt that I was a star dancer (yea, me dancing is definitely a dream!) and my partner was the too-brilliantly-white-smiled Tony Dolvolani (who knows if that is how you spell his name). Our first spin on the floor netted 3 nines! Woo hoo! I've always liked his dancing. Then, later in the dream we were hanging out with the other dancers and such and his cell phone rang. Although it looked more like on of those massager things with the balls on the ends of the arms. He answered and the call was for me! My uncle was calling to congratulate me on a great performance and I hadn't even told anyone I was doing it. Then he bought me yarn. Good times.

Do you remember your dreams? Tell me about them.