So last night I had this crazy dream. I was walking through this gorgeous and I mean geeeoooorgeous house. It had these amazingly tall cathedral like ceilings and huge arched windows with amazing architectural details and moulding. Everything was painted this light delicate yellow and white. It was so beautiful. I mean, I have never seen anything like it. I was just walking around and staring in awe and trying to take it all in. It was so beautiful! I mean, the image of this house has been floating around in my head all day long, and I'm beginning to wonder if maybe I was dreaming about Heaven.
And get this. The house could be mine if I wanted it. All I had to do was marry this guy. And at least from the understanding I had in my dream, he was a nice guy. But, there was one little problem.
I wanted to marry Kendall instead. (Cue the awwws)
I have no idea what or who I ended up choosing in my dreams, because Kendall's five alarm clocks went off at that moment making me wonder why I didn't go with the other guy and his beautiful house. (Alright it was only two alarms, but it was like sirens or something and sounded like a freaking air raid was coming and we'd better crawl under the bed.)
But than, he got up and made me coffee, and I remembered why I chose the guy I did. Even though, technically, I don't know which I guy I would have gone with in the dream, I'm pretty sure it would have been Kendall. In the end, the heart wants what the heart wants and no house no matter how grand can make me as happy as he does. I know, sappy. But true. And besides, how can a house be a home if there's not true love inside to fill it up and make it home? There's your deep thought for the day. ;)
Anyways, I hope you guys have a great weekend, and as for me, I hope I dream about that house again.
Did I say how beautiful it was? My gosh, it was beautiful!