But we had a killer record collection!!

I had this dream the other night, and it was really strange.
In my dream I was living in this really cute house, and it was all decked out exactly how I'd imagine my grown up house would be, the walls were a nice warm grey (don't understand my draw to this shade, but none the less) and there were all these oversized black and white photographs that I love on the walls. It was clean and plain, and there was entire room dedicated to the most fabulous LP collection ever. (I mean, we're talking Rob Gordon proportions here.) And this great stereo.
And I was pretty happy, and content and thought this was cool.

Until I found out that I was "married" to my pop culture teacher from high school.
Yeah, for SOME reason in my dream, I was married to Mr. Poiry.

Though, I didn't freak out or anything. The initial shock of what was going on passed. And I thought the whole thing was seemingly normal.
We just were being normal. Going to work and doing semi-fun dull things on the weekends. (I sort of saw my life all panned out, and I just subconsciously was aware of how things worked, you see? I frequently have drawn out detailed dreams like that) We had dinner parties. Where we did 50's style things, I wore cute dresses and heels and cooked dinner.
And listened to our killllller LP collection. With our adult friends.
Oh man.

Now, the thing you have to understand (that is, if you aren't most of the females I knew from high school) that lots of girls LOVE Mr. Poiry, they would LOVE to marry Mr. Poiry (or slightly less commital things...) but ME? I was never one of them. I mean, I liked him as a teacher a whole lot, pretty much my favorite teacher I think. And,
He did tell me once, though, that he thought of me his whole way home because he heard an Elvis Costello song* on the radio; and he and I had the same favorite beatles' song**. But I digress.
I don't/didn't/ever/will have a crush on Poiry.
And so it's not this awkward dream come true sort of dream.
It's just an awkward dream.

My sub-conscious worries me.


I can't believe I was like a 50's housewife.












*Allison, was the song, I'm pretty sure. Which, oddly enough is one of my favorite songs.
**A day in the Life, last track of SPLHCB, if you were wondering, which you wern't.