Another doozy of a dream on Thursday morning. Late me preface by saying that dreams in my head is kinda like channel surfing. My brain just goes in and out like changing the channel. So from what I can remember of this dream, I was on a plane with my parents and the seats were like small sofas, very comfy for flying and Anderson Cooper was sitting in front of me, right next to my mom. He was standing up turned around facing me stuffing his backback with his laptop and papers and whatever reporters use and he said to me, "You just have to know everything, don't you? You're THAT girl who has to KNOW everything about everything." And I responded, "Yes! I know; it's terrible right? It's a bad habit and I've been working on it but I just have to know!"
I'm sitting in my sofa/seat and a hand from behind me plops a journal in my lap. You know, one of those composition books. I open it up and it's a journal with photos of a young Anderson Cooper in it.
It was the first of many journals he, apparently, in my dream, wrote when he first started his war cooresponding. I was so excited. He smiled and told me to let him know when I was done because he had more waiting. I told him, "I knew there was more to your story! I knew you had more to say!"
Is that not one of the most silly little dreams you've ever heard? And that's what I get for watching AC 360 before I go to sleep at night. On second thought, maybe I should watch more!
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