
I was having one of the best dreams of my life. Donny, Danny, and Joey from NKOTB were at my childhood home on Teresa Avenue in Pittsburgh, PA. SO EXCITING.
They came to see this NKOTB exhibit that my parent's had put up throughout the house... a museum exhibit of sorts (have I mentioned that my parents are the coolest ever?). I was as giddy as a school girl. I remember being all flustered and telling Danny that I used to have a huge poster of him in my bedroom. (Side note... I can distinctly remember that when we moved to Seattle I was worried about my poster and one of the movers showed me how he had rolled it up in one of my dresser drawers. Wow, obsessed much?) All of a sudden the guys stepped up to some mikes and were about to do an impromptu concert. I was getting all settled in with the dog in my lap.
This is where the dream gets disturbing... I looked into the living room and saw a RAT!!!! Gucci was in my lap and I started to put him on the floor to scare the rat, but the rat lunged at him!!! I sat on a chair and screamed as loudly as I could, but everyone just looked at me like I was off my rocker. Then someone started running after the rat with a water bottle trying to kill it. I'm not sure if they were trying to drown it or just annoy it. Meanwhile I was still sitting in the chair clutching Gucci in my arms. At one point the rat shook itself like a dog to get the water off which was an amusing sight, but I digress. Then the unthinkable happened: I woke up. NNNNNOOOOOO!!!! I never got to see NKOTB perform a private concert in my own home. Crushing. Devastating. Depressing.
So now I'm awake 45 minutes earlier than I needed to be without an amazing dream. BUT this is where the story gets better. I came out to the living room to write about this tragedy and decided to look up the boys on itunes and to my complete delight I found all of their albums!!! I'm blissfully sitting here listening to 5 white guys from Boston sing a Jamaican-themed song. Complete bliss. And since it's not a tape I can skip through the songs and listen to them all. Complete and utter bliss.
I think maybe Jesus woke me up early from my dream so that I would get to buy the album. Is that sacriligious of me to say?