What does this mean…

…? I mean, she keeps appearing. I don’t mean to make this blog all about “her” but I seem to have no better use for it . Anyways, there she was again last night, invading my dreams. Well, invade is a little harsh. How about pleasantly interrupting. Last night, I was actually in her bedroom. Don’t jump to conclusions — she was sleeping (alone) in her bed, and I was there with a bunch of people who were trying to figure out possible career choices for her. I never saw her face, or her for that matter, nor spoke to her, but I knew it was her, for some reason. She was all huddled sleeping in her bed while all these people were talking about how to plan her life for her. Pretty odd, I admit, but that’s the facts.