Because I had an in-depth romantic dream about someone I am not romantically involved with.
But don't call me Betty Draper, because it wasn't really that inappropriate, I'm not married, and this "someone" is Justin Bieber.
Also, after reading that ^ would be the time to judge me.
My brain in sleep mode convinces me that I am friends with all of these celebrities and am unlike all of the crazed fans that exist. And the celebrities that I meet when I'm in sleep mode seem to think the same, and I usually get romantically involved with them in my dreams. Doesn't everyone do this, though?
Well last night's wasn't all Bieber, I'll have you know. It was also a bunch of random people that I'm sure I've seen during real life days, but I can't remember them.
This part is fuzzy, but I had been spending time in a huge lakeside house with some people I don't know very well, and then a girl that I was friends with in middle school named Megan. The reason I ended up there was because I was driving around and looking for a Taco Bell (naturally) and when I went inside, I realized, I had accidentally gone inside the Burger King. But the BK had some pretty good menu items, so I stayed.
I waited in line, and when I got to the front, I was in a bookstore. With all of the above named people. But this bookstore was the back part of the upstairs of the lake house, which in my dream, I worked at.....okay?
Anyway so all of these little kids were there and Justin Bieber was there and he loved me, so I offered to walk the little kids home, because the Biebs wanted to hang out with the children. So we did, and the parents of the kids thought it was weird that we were with the kids, like we were creepy or something, even though we were being helpful. whatever, bitches.
And, like, in my dream, even though I have a current boyfriend, me and JBiebs made out and I thought it was all okay because it's Biebs and my boyfriend would understand, and I kept asking him questions like if he reads the things on twitter people post to him...and then the dream ended. Of course.
