Well today is my 30th birthday! I had some dreams last night that I considered to be VERY fitting for my 30th birthday. Just a note first: I can't control my dreams. I think I've only been able to control them once, and it was a struggle to stay in control. My dreams usually just happen, and I watch them and take part of them like a movie.
1st DreamIn the first dream, we had a special guest come knocking on the door. As a birthday present, my family managed to get Michael Crawford to come visit me! He played the Phantom of the Opera in the original cast, for those who don't know. He's 70 now, which puts us at 40 years apart, but I'm still in love with the guy, just as I was when I was 16. Anyway, you can imagine how thrilled I was that he came to visit. He brought with him a special video that we were to watch together.
See - I never got to go see Phantom of the Opera live on stage. I've seen the movie, I know the original cast recording by heart, I've read the novel over and over, I watched pretty much every version of the movie that I can find, and I've basically obsessed over POTO for years and years. Now my daughter has even gotten into it, and she has re-sparked my love for it. I've just never been able to see it in person. I've had a friend buy a ticket for me to go to St. Louis and see it with her (not with Michael Crawford, though, but it was still a chance to see it live!) but I had JUST had my daughter that month, and you know as a new mother, I could NOT leave my baby! So I had to miss out. And then there was the time I could have seen it one year during High School, but I didn't get enough money raised in time for the trip, and had to miss out then, too...
So here he was, the one and only true Phantom (as far as I'm concerned) himself, standing in my home, wanting to watch this video with me. The video, of course, was the original cast recording that one of his family members had recorded back in the day, since it was never officially made into a video for the public. I offered him a seat in the recliner, and he said thank you, but that he would rather sit in the loveseat so that I could sit down next to him and enjoy the movie at his side. Can you say fangirl moment? Just wait, there's more... lol
The movie was going, and it was some part that he wasn't in... so I took the opportunity to tell him that if he wanted to put his legs up, the loveseat was reclineable, and he could just pull the lever. I also told him that if he got cold (because we like to keep the place like an icebox), that he could use the blanket that was hanging over the arm of the loveseat. Then, being very considerate, he asked if I was cold. I said that I was just a little bit, but that if
he wanted to use it, he could. Then he suggested that we both used it, which was perfectly fine by me. We both reclined back, covered up, and enjoyed the movie. Best of all? I got to cuddle up to him. I'm such a dork :-D I was totally geeking out! It's funny how you could be turning 30 years old and still feel like an angsty teenager when it comes to stuff like this...
Then the movie was over, and he WAS going to go, but it was late and the weather had turned awful outside, and we didn't want to risk him having an accident, so I was going to call my brother and tell him not to worry about coming to pick him up, that he was going to stay the night, but every time I went to dial my brother's phone, the number was wrong. No matter how carefully I entered it, it kept showing up wrong. Then that was pretty much the end of that dream. (I hate when dreams get stuck like that.)
2nd DreamMy second dream took me back to a house that I always dream about once in a while. Since I can remember, I've ALWAYS dreamed about this house. It's a huge multi-story house, that has all kinds of secret rooms, filled with abandoned boxes full of neat little things that probably no one else would care about, but it's like rooms of treasure to me. And the fact that they are secret rooms with secret entrances? I LOVE it. It's always been what I considered to be MY house in my dreams. Of course as I got older, this house got older, too, and became more dilapidated over the years. So old that the bottom level was only standing up from the beams that supported the structure. Most of the 1st level walls were already crumbled... Sometimes I wondered if this was a mental manifestation of my own mind???
Anyway, as if on queue for my 30th birthday, I got to dream about this house again. However, when I went to the place where the house usually stood, my heart sank... It wasn't there... I asked the neighbors what happened to it, and they told me the house had been torn down. Torn down? OMG how HORRIBLE! That was MY house! How could a house in my own dreams have been torn down on me? What does that even MEAN?! I cried... They said that where the house was, they built a water park instead. It wasn't really a "water park" exactly, but it was a park with a bunch of toys for kids that involved water in one way or another, such as sprinklers, a table that was a sandbox on one side and a tub on the other, a slip-and-slide, and so on and so forth... It really didn't matter to me. I just walked amongst the area, crying my eyes out. I know I should have been happy for all the kids in the park, but I was devastated that my home, the home I've dreamed about since I was a child, the home in my own mind, was no more... After this, I was just so sad that I had to wake myself up...
ConclusionsI have my own ideas about what my dreams meant for my 30th birthday. I'm thinking for one, they are telling me that no matter how old I get, I am still young and full of spirit on the inside... And two, that as much as I hate it, there's some parts of my youth that I'm just going to have to let go of... At least those are the most obvious things I could get out of it. Any ideas on what the deeper meanings may be? Leave a comment! :-D And on a side note, the dreams told me that I'm still hot and bothered for Michael Crawford, no matter how old he gets, or what the age difference is! lol
And today? My husband came home at lunch and gave me a nice surprise. My mom had told him that if he came by this morning with a cake mix and some frosting, that she would make me a birthday cake, and he could just bring it by after work to surprise me with. Instead, he didn't want her to have to do any work, so he went by our local bakery, Hoeckele's Bakery & Deli, and swung by the house to drop off my cake! I was so touched, I had to go on facebook and brag. And then get on here and brag. lol
Here it is... So Happy Birthday to Meeeee!
