Sometimes

Sometimes you dream that you're the babysitter/nanny/bodyguard (?) for Julia Roberts's twins. You get to travel with them; talk to Julia like you're BFF; and sit in the back seat of their station wagon as it coasts past the paparazzi, through the large iron gates, and into their large estate, which features a castle-like mansion.

Sometimes you dream that you, your mom and dad, your brother and sister-in-law, your sister, and your nephew are hanging out in an apt. loft in the city. And your nephew is sleeping on the bed by the wall, but he keeps rolling off the bed and falling in the crack between the bed and the wall—so you have to keep catching him. Like, every five minutes over the course of the night. Sometimes the city turns into the country, and it's covered with snow, and you can see outside from the large windows along the length of the loft. And sometimes there are thieves who broke in and stole things, and other thieves trying to get back in, so your dad and brother suddenly have rifles they're pointing out the windows.

Sometimes you dream you're in the house you grew up in with your mom and dad. And sometimes Kevin Bacon's double (either a guy in a simple Kevin Bacon disguise, like Tom Cruise's Philip Seymour Hoffman disguise in MI:III; or a literal body-double, a la Alias's evil Francie) is trying to break in. And you keeping asking your mom and dad if every window and door is locked and/or double-locked, and if they're SURE they're ALL really REALLY locked—cuz you keep seeing Kevin Bacon walking around outside (you know it's his double, and either way, it's SO scary) and you don't think your parents quite understand the severity of the situation because you've watched Alias and MI movies, and they haven't.

And sometimes you dream that you go to a Sox/Twins game with Leigh and Brooke, but instead of the game being at the Cell, you road trip to the Metrodome. When you first get there, you're sitting in the upper deck (along the left field line) thinking, wow it's strange that we're in a dome. Then, you're sitting close to the dugout, and a girl who plays (it's a softball game now, evidently) comes out of the dugout and asks if you'd do her a favor and get her a Kleenex, cuz her nose is running. You dutifully obey by running to the bathroom, but there are old people in the bathroom and for some reason that means you have to wait. After waiting, you get a whole bunch of TP and run back to give it to the girl—hoping it will suffice. She is most grateful; you've saved the day. Then it turns back into a Sox/Twins game, but it's at a HS ballfield now, NOT in a dome—although the sun is setting and the lights are on. And you and Leigh are standing behind the Sox bench, which isn't in a dugout at all. Then you and Leigh go talk to Paul Konerko, and Leigh gives him a Christmas stocking. And while he was most grateful, he starts talking about how he's not sure about Christmas and/or Christianity, and Leigh tells him, no, seriously—it's a good thing.

Sometimes you sit way closer to players in real life than in your dreams. Sometimes you can't believe you ever thought you had good Sox seats before May 4.