Psychic Moment (er somethin')
As of last night, I had never seen Good Charlotte. Had no idea what they looked like. I'd never heard their song. I didn't even know what type of music they played. Obviously, I'd never seen their video. Basically, I had zero knowledge of Good Charlotte, other than Chris was in their video. I turned on the TV, and it was on MTV. Which was weird, because I hadn't been watching MTV all day due to their broadcasting MTV2 (which I'd like to get, but not in place of regular MTV).
So. There's this video on, and at least one of the guys has this crazy-spikey hair, right? (Remember, I know NOTHING of Good Charlotte). SOMETHING in me went "Oo, is this the Good Charlotte video?" Maybe the spikey hair made me flash to Chris' mohawk, or something. Who knows. So I stood there holding my pajamas (which I had been about to put on) and watched and watched, looking at every face to catch a glimpse of Chris, in case he was one of those punk-y guys (which he wasn't, but I didn't know!). But then, there he is! Lo and behold, it IS Good Charlotte's video! Now, isn't that somethin'? <.g>
Oh, and poor, poor Lance. =( Shelley told me this morning, and she's got the scoop over there at Blue Roses.
I also had a dream last night, which I remembered! I don't usually remember them. And I certainly don't usually dream about Justin Timberlake. Hmm. But because this post is already lengthy, I'm going to stick it in "More."
My Random Justin Dream
First off, I can't even begin to cover all the randomness in this dream. All the following people were featured as people I either passed by or talked to along the way: guy Matt from one of my classes a few years ago (did a project with him... random), the "drama group" that graduated high school a year ahead of me (random), Shelley with this little tiny electric van, which she had a license to drive (random), my friend Greg (random)... and we were at the Six Pack (dorms at my school), in their parking garage (which they don't, in reality, have), and the parking garage was connected to a shoe store (random). We kept driving around in Shelley's van trying to find parking, and then alternately trying to find where we'd parked the car. <.shrug> It's a dream, yo.
Anyway. Shelley was off trying to find the minivan (which is funny, because it was seriously mini), and I was going down the escalator into the shoe store. Justin was there, but he was just one of my acquaintences, I guess. I mean, he was Justin Timberlake, but it was casual. "Like I Love You" came on as I was walking by a speaker, and he was walking the other way, and I was like "Justin! Come here!" I pulled him to under the speaker. He listened and grinned and got kinda sheepish. And then I was going up the escalator, and I pulled him by the arm so I could tell him that I was glad Champaign radio had FINALLY started playing his song (which, in reality, it hasn't... grrr), and that Chicago radio had played it ALL the time while I was at home, and that I missed it greatly. And he kinda laughed and said yeah, he was glad, too. And then I woke up.
One of the strangest things, though, was that Justin was not now-Justin, he was more debut-album-Justin. He was very young-looking and had curls on top which were slightly lighter than the rest of his hair (yet not platinum). He wore a big long-sleeved shirt with horizontal stripes across the chest, and baggy jeans. (This all makes me a dirty old lady, just for having a dream about him, even if it wasn't even a sexy dream). And what does it all mean? Hmmmm...
Comments
LOL! Wow, definitely with the random there. You dirty old lady. LOL
Posted by: Rina | September 3, 2002 10:41 PM
I agree with Rina, and still.whao one th randomness... *walks off to get dream interpretation book*
Posted by: Karey | September 4, 2002 07:40 AM