Nope

I've had some crazy dreams lately. Bits and pieces of magical, horrifying story flit through my brain and beneath it all is how I'm really feeling.

I had a dream a few nights ago that included a sand monster, my old house in Tennessee, Doctor Who, Hellboy's cousin who resembled Andre the Giant, one of my mom's friends, my family, and some old friends of mine. Amidst the crazy happenings of the dream, this happened:

I was sitting on the couch with my mom, waiting on our guests to arrive. The husband entered first - he was gigantic, with curly black hair and hands like Hellboy's. He sat down and grinned and his wife sat next to me as their little girls played happily on the floor. "You could interview him," she offered. "This could be your start as a journalist! You could go so far!" I didn't even consider it. I shifted uncomfortably and replied, "I really would just like to take a few pictures so I can practice drawing him. For fun."

My mom looked at me and shook her head. "Wow. No ambition."

I shook my head and said quietly, "Nope."