Chillin with Britney...

Relax, it's not what you think. I just felt compelled to write about the dream I had last night. I can't explain it rationally. All I know is at various points of the dream I was lying in bed with her and playing with her hair, cuddling, all that good stuff. It was almost like I was her lover, if you can believe that.
Then at other points she would walk around my house, wearing nothing but my Radiohead t-shirt, as if she'd been here before, while some of her dancers practiced in my living room and treated me like one of their own.
I'm thinking that in the dream they were on the road and they just decided to stop at my house since it was on the way. Still, no one spoke about any concerts and come to think of it they didn't really seem to care about where they were heading.
The whole time Britney was there she didn't mention her hubby and as far as I could tell she wasn't pregnant either. I remember telling myself not to ruin this by asking her about Kevin or the baby. She had long black hair which was weird but in a way it looked pretty good (go figure). There weren't even any paparazzi at all camped out on my lawn or my backyard. The whole time it just felt like we were really into each other and that's all that mattered.

Unfotunately, the dream ended with me not knowing why she was there or why she felt compelled to bring her dancers with her. Oh well, it sure beats counting sheep.