Weird Dream from a nap.

So, I just woke up from a little two hour nap... and you guessed it, I had a weird dream.

I don't remember much of the first hour and such, but during the second hour, I was in Vegas... or Los Angeles or somewhere with lots of shopping places and tourists.

I was there with my family and my long-term boyfriend, or what it felt like my long-term boyfriend...

I was walking with my friends and mother at first talking about my boyfriend, and he came along, out of no where.

I was thrilled.

I remembered that I was skipping... looking down, I saw myself wearing silver high heel sandals, brown mini skirt, and a muave-ish short sleeve shirt and curled hair.

As I was skipping we didn't say anything, it was comfortable silence. We held hands and just walked ahead, happy as hell, looking around.

Once we reached a local shopping mall, we had to walk down a few stairs to get to the main entrance, which has a few umbrella covered tables like at Starbucks. It was a warm sunny day, and people were outside chatting.

When they noticed us, they stared.

Why? Well, we were, apparently, a famous couple.

My boyfriend was Dave Batista. Weird, right?!

Okay, now that we know that my boyfriend is Dave Batista, let's move on with the story...

We walked down those steps and he went towards the door and looked in the glass door.

He had a disappointed look on his face, well, I think it was.

I looked at him, confused. He ignored my look.

He looked around and, I guess, spotted what he was looking for considering his face was brightened up.

I looked at his direction and saw Randy Orton, Adam "Edge" Copeland and John Cena(ew. I know).

I was friends with them, but I wasn't in the situation where I could talk to them without awkwardness.

I smiled and greeted them as Batista started chatting away.

I wanted to waste some money in this mall, and fast.

So, I held one of his hands with both of mine and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, only not to recieve some attention.

I started to move his hands back and forth with the same look, which I finally got some attention.

He looked at me and chuckled, as my mother came into the scene.

She greeted the other boys and stood right next to me.

He kissed me and called me adorable.

I still sported the same face while innocently saying "please?"

That's when he knew that I wanted to shop. He chuckled and brought out $30.

I smiled, and said "I lo-" only to realize that the WWE were taping them.

Why? I don't know. But I didn't want to blow my cover of being "Jeff Hardy's girlfriend", so I quickly let go of his hand.

Explanation to the "Jeff Hardy's girlfriend" thing:

I was a WWE Diva, well, a new one-ish. My storyline involved a romance with Jeff Hardy... that's all I remember.

Anyway, they filming a scene for RAW and I hid behind Randy, so no one could see me from the camera's view.

When the camera was faced towards John Cena, because he was making a speech, Batista turned to me and asked me what I was about to say.

I smiled and shook my head as he kissed me.

"I love you" he said, I grinned and replied "I love you too"

and that's where I woke up.

Me + Dave Batista? No way.

Chelsea will just absolutely love hearing this dream... or reading it.

...

Every time when a problem is related to me, you put the blame on me. Why?

You make me seem like I betrayed you in every way. Am I that type of person?... to betray you purposely?

Every time I have a problem with you, I keep it inside myself.

I don't want to risk anything to happen because I don't want to lose a friend.

Of course, you'd have that problem.

You don't care if you lose a friend, especially one that cares about you and is always there for you even if there's something upsetting going on... right?

Every time I seem to state my own opinion which is opposing to yours, you'd freak out.

Whenever you had an opinion opposing to mine, I never said anything. In fact, I wasn't even offended or hurt or anything.

But when I try to state mine, you'll just argue and believe what you want to believe. No matter what.

Then you'll say something along the lines of, "Tina, I have so many things to say about you right now, I-I just don't want to even start because that'll lose a me a friendship."

...

You actually think I don't have a problem with you? Do you think you're "little miss perfect" to everyone?

You always gave me a problem with something.

In fact, you're a huge racist, and you know it... but you won't admit it.

All those jokes about Obama being black were really wrong... I mean, once in a while, sure. But during his trip to, practically, save our state/city/country? Inappropriate.

Another problem is that you seem to bitch constantly how you need an A as your grade.

You procrastinate and you end up stressing yourself out.

I try to calm you down every single fucking time and help you to figure shit out.

What did I get?

"Tina, I don't need your help! You don't care about anything, not even grades. That's why you don't care if you have a D or a C. You're not in my situation, your mom isn't going to fucking bitch at you if you have a C and make you move to a school you completely hate."

Seriously? You think I don't care if I have a bad grade?

I do. I just don't stress myself out. I'm too young to be stressed out.

Even if I do tend to procrastinate, I know what I'm doing and I know the consequences... so why bitch about it? I deserved all the F's and D's I have due to my problem with procrastinating.

Then with the whole project we have to do in History.

You never started it, and the first day we got to work on it... you played with the designs.

I didn't. I started working on my information looking for websites so I can research in the future. You didn't do shit.

Now the whole thing is due next week and you're freaking out because you didn't start it.

Hey, guess what?

You had your chance to start shit and research while you can.

I finished all the information in one day because I actually researched it during class time.

I never even look at it once at home.

I finished it all yesterday... and when I told you today, you fucking freaked out at me.

Why?

"Because you have a computer at home so you can just fucking copy and paste all that crap and you're done! I don't have a fucking computer like you, Tina. I'm not rich or anything like that, and my sister got a virus on my stupid computer!"

What the fuck does my computer have to do with anything?

What does being rich have to do with anything?

And I didn't even fucking copy and paste in my project, I summarized a whole fucking wikipedia page about the Roaring Twenties in one fucking slide.

Did you seriously think I'm going to cost my grade on a stupid three bullet point slide?

I'm tired of your shit.

You're fucking stubborn and immature as hell.

I question myself why I'm even friends with you, let alone talk to you.

I try to care. I really do, but all you seem to do is blame everything on me.

Like the whole "Matt" thing.

Chino told him and covered it up by saying just kidding.

I didn't say anything. I kept your fucking secret and I'm being yelled at by you?

Listening to you ask me, "why would you do that, Tina?" repeatedly.

Did you seriously thing I would tell anyone about you liking Matt?

You've made this shit pretty fucking obvious, so obvious that our fucking teacher found out on her own.

I didn't even have to say it. Everyone knows.

Now, I'm here listening to you yelling at me, like I betrayed you by "telling everyone you like Matt"

Fuck you.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I never would... even if you told my secrets I told you multiple times to many people.

I've fucking had enough of your ignorance and your immaturity.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?

Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?

Do you have to constantly make me feel like a child when I'm here?

Do you have to constantly make me feel like a total loser?

Do you have to constantly make me feel angry?

Do you have to be so unfair towards me?

Did you really have to fucking change?

Are you going to fucking admit this change at all?

Quote Uno of el Blog-o.

Me: he likes to swallow

Me: ;)

Chelsea: its so pretty

Me: LMFAO

Chelsea: and smooth and WHOA

Me: HAHAHAHAHA

Chelsea: LOL

Weird Dream #3

This dream was a few months back...

I was apparently a new diva in the WWE. I had worked out, so, I looked like I had Trish Stratus' body, only with long black hair that was as long as Lita's in Team X-Treme days. I had thin blood red and platinum blonde highlights in my hair, curled, layered with the same bangs I have now. I was the heel of WWE in the women's division, so I got boo'd as I walked down the ramp smugly, wearing the same outfit as Trish in her last match in Toronto, but black pants, white outline and the same top as hers. It was during a match that Jeff Hardy was in and I stood on ring side watching him. I forgot who the opponent was, but, I really want to say John Cena. Jeff won and I walked into the ring to congratulate him. Everyone was shocked. I hugged Jeff, he kissed me....

and the rest is what I want to continue with...

Weird Dream #2

The WWE held a contest to win a date with "The Legend Killer". I won. That night, he came to my house looking extremely hot with the green gas mask shirt and simple jeans. Since I had nothing to wear, I dug through my pile of clothes. I cleaned up all the mess, and by the time I was done he was out of my house. I was extremely pissed off and didn't talk to my mother, since she let him go. The next day Mickie James, my mother and I were hanging out and Mickie had a sunburn which gave my mom and I the skin peeling effect. Soon later Samantha Orton came in the picture and bitched at me. I had no clue to what was going on and asked my mother and Mickie James. They both didn't know what was giong on, but Mickie proceeded to back me up. Later on, Randy Orton came to me and told me he wanted me more than his own wife... I woke up.

Weird Dream #1

Tony Stonem from Skins was in my dream. He was about how he was in Season 2 after he had sex in that college with that one chick, Rose? I'm not sure. But, he was playing a role as my brother. We were in the car that was in the last(?) episode of Season 2, where Sid & Tony stole Chris' coffin. It was me, Sid and Tony roadtripping to Vegas, but later it was me, Tony and my parents, when we arrived we were at Circus Circus and I had seen the housekeeping cart, looking at the towels, I thought "we brought our own" and went to the big suite. We all decided to shower and realized there was no towels. Seeing that, I offered to get some from housekeeping since I knew where they were... the main floor. So, the elevator walked towards the direction that I saw the housekeeping cart, only to walk by Michael Aranda. I realized it was him and looked back, I called him and he turned around and smiled. I smiled and hugged him. He, then, followed it with an "I love you" and a kiss. I smiled and replied saying, "I love you, too" and we were a couple... then I woke up.

Odd. Isn't it?