And they called it Puppy Love

Ok, I admit it, I have a crush on Donny Osmond. If he walked in the door at a party, I’d probably say something REALLY stupid.

But in my dream last night I acted quite composed when I met him. I was helping a neighbor who was involved in community theater (honestly, in the daylight hours, she’s about the last person I could imagine who would be the community theater type person, but who am I to argue with a dream?) with some of her to do list–things like organizing programs and scheduling and costuming and stuff, and in walks Donny Osmond. Donny Osmond! I think I must have been staring, and after he said hello to my neighbor and gave her a hug, he came over to me and asked my name, shook my hand, and was very nice. He asked me about myself and we had a nice little chat. I, ever the assistant, offered him (and his friend/driver/assistant who was with him) some water–probably just to leave the room so I could catch my breath without looking completely stupid– and then we all sat down and chatted and he gave his input on the upcoming season of community theater and tried to figure out which shows he could attend. When he got up to leave, he gave me a hug, said it was so nice to meet me and other pleasantries. I must say he was in nice in my dream as he appears on tv (how’s that for adding credibility?).

Maybe I should get involved in community theater…

So, when I think about it, I can probably figure out where in my subconscious this dream came from–yesterday I went to pick up Natalie from a friend’s house, and her little friend gave me a flyer for Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat, which the local community theater was putting on this weekend. Get the connection? Community theater—Joseph–Donny. But rather than analyze the synapses and nuances of my subconsious, I’d rather like to think that Donny just wanted to visit, and chose to come in my dreams rather than make a fuss and come in the daytime. Keep dreaming, Paige.