I had a really weird/confusing dream last night and would love to know what it means and why I had it.
OK so in my dream, I am driving in the passenger seat of a sweet two seater BMW cherry red convertible following behind Lance Armstrong. He was doing some sort of bike race to qualify for the Tour de France. Now, while I think Lance Armstrong is cool and all how he won all those races and is coming back to race again, I could care less about cycling or the Tour de France. There is nothing more boring to watch on TV than the Tour de France (sorry Lance!). I mean I would rather watch that guy on the Canadian channel that paints landscapes or whatever it is he paints.
So back to my dream. We’re following Lance and this guy he is racing, I think his name was Billy, and I am sitting there, looking pretty hot in my designer skinny jeans (and I was skinny too…so we know it’s a dream lmao) chearing for Lance and calling him honey. So I’m thinking we were an item??
Lance wins the race and I was getting out of the car and was running towards him to hug him (and maybe kiss him…not sure) when I feel a tap on my arm and my son saying “Mommy, where’s daddy at?”. So I don’t know how it ends.
Why in the world would I dream about Lance out of the blue like that? I don’t think he’s cute. I don’t care about cycling. And I did not see a picture of him or hear anything about the Tour de France before going to be last night. Makes no sense. Though I do have to say, he did look kinda hot in his biking shorts 😉
auntrene says
Goodness, that is funny that you were dreaming about Lance Armstrong.. I have to say I enjoy Bob Ross the painter, unfortunately I believe he has passed away. He was a great talent..
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