I’m only friends with famous people in my dreams. Seriously. I had a dream a couple years ago that I was sitting on the lawn at a Detroit Tigers game, shooting the breeze with Queen Latifah and Mos Def. We were having the best time! I was sad when I woke up from that dream, because I feel like we didn’t get enough time together.

This morning I had a dream that I was riding in a car with Patrick Dempsey and Peter Dinklage. Dempsey was driving, and Dinklage was in the backseat. I was riding in the passenger seat, and I was terrified. We were driving through a lot of traffic, over a massive, grated metal bridge. I felt like we were going too fast, and Dempsey was weaving in and out of traffic, past lots of larger vehicles like semis and vans. I was sitting there, helpless, expressing my fears, while Dinklage was shouting words of encouragement to me from the backseat, to no avail. I finally covered my eyes, and then the dream was over. I was glad that dream ended, but I would have loved to see where it was we were headed. And I’d love to sit down and have a conversation with Patrick and Peter.

Dreams are fun sometimes. Except when they are scary, I suppose. When that happens I really have to take myself through some focused breathing before getting out of bed, to remind myself what’s real and what’s not. They feel so real sometimes, it’s crazy!