I hadn't intended to write about dreams but then I had the weirdest dream of all so I figured, hey it's D-Day so why not?
Sigmund Freud believed dreams are a window into our unconscious... if that's the case then can someone please explain this...
There's a new house in the hills some 40 minutes from where I live. And that house is none other than a Playboy mansion. Hubby and I are on our way to visit. When we arrive, we're astounded by the vastness of this property. It's actually a beautiful palace kinda place with huge swathes of green lawns laid to the front. At the bottom of the lawn lies the largest, lavish, blue swimming pool I've ever seen.
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We head back out and walk straight into a party where Will Ferrell (pictured left) catches my eye. Immediately he approaches me and places a Faberge egg into my cleavage! Ok....ay. He flirts with me incessantly. Soon, hubby and I are back at the Playboy office where various people are telling us what it's like to work there. One of my old work colleagues walks in. Turns out she knows the owner quite well. And then.... I wake up! Huh? What the heck?!
First of all, can I just say I do NOT fancy Will Ferrell, nor have I ever fancied him! Secondly, you think a faberge egg will fit into my cleavage? Erm... no, not quite! I'm not that well endowed!
Do you have wacky dreams? Tell me... I'd love to hear all about your silliest dream (keep it clean please lol!)