Meet my future wife

last night i had a long long LONG dream during which i ran and ran and ran. Through the entire dream. Except for one particular moment when I spoonfed a murderer some porridge.

Welcome to Blissful Narcissism.

The site where I put my stupidity and ridiculous dreams on display so you start to think that maybe I've gone past being weird and have lost my mind completely.

So anyway, this dream that I had. I was a cop! Ha ha ha. Yes, let's laugh it up because there is no way I could have passed any kind of physical fitness test required to be a cop. Or actually, any physical fitness test at all.

Just yesterday I was telling my cousin that people have made references to 'sedentary lifestyles'. Well mine is an immobile lifestyle.

But I digress.

So in the dream, I was a cop, actually a member of the SWAT Team (i've always liked the uniform) and my team was ordered to take out a very elusive murderer. She was vicious and had escaped the arms of law for the longest time.

And of course, I, the leader of the best SWAT squad team in the country, finally cornered her in an abandoned building.

Many of my squadmates got shot at and died but I was unhurt, obviously. It's MY dream, you know.

And after much running after and escaping from, I finally caught the murderer, who was a very very HOT.When i say HOT i mean ..SIZZLING YUM YUM!! Latina.

Ahhhh.

And maybe I've been reading too many trashy books, but we fell in love. Her, when she saw me in the very sexy SWAT gear, and me, well, I can't get a girl in real life so one in my dreams will do just fine.

hur hur.

Anyway, after talking to her, I found out that she was really quite a nice lady and since her hands were handcuffed, I fed her porridge during one of her meal times.

And then I woke up, aching all over. From all the running, no doubt.

And now as I sit, thinking about it, I hope the dream is not a reflection of my future wife.

If it is, that means I'll fall in love with a convicted murderer.

such is my luck.