Laugh and Laugh and Fall Apart

My dreams are always a little weird ... and unusually vivid. I have no idea where I get some of the things that I dream about. For instance, last night (the part I remember) involved two men going up in front of a crowd to sing songs to me. One of them was a Damien Rice song. The other song I am not quite sure what it was, but it was sung by a drunk Tom Cruise. Apparently when Tom Cruise gets drunk, his true feelings about me come out. Needless to say, I was a little embarrassed by this show of affection from these two men and I slouched in my seat while others turned around to look at me. Then, my brother, gets up there and starts making fun of the guys while singing another song with my name in it. Apparently I thought this was funny because Jake told me that I was laughing like crazy in my sleep. Then, when I was done laughing, I said to no one in particular (perhaps to the drunken Tom Cruise), "Shut up!"
I am glad that while I am sleeping I have such a good freakin time. Last night's dream involved a marraige to some man with webbed fingers whom I was trying to get a divorce from. I do not make this stuff up! I should call up Quentin Tarantino and see if he can make a movie out of them.