The other night I dreamed that Angelina Jolie was my mother. She was an assassin, and a big group of us were staying at this modern compound on an exotic island, targeting someone. While there, she adopted two Brazilian babies. I was babysitting them while she was out on a hit. Someone invaded the room where we were located, and I watched Mike kill a man in a primal rage to protect us. Then suddenly we were all fleeing on a plane, Angelina continuously having sex with this group of Brazilian "houseboys". I was disgusted. Then the dream switched to the first week of college, and Mike and I were in a bike race through the halls of the dorm. I was winning, and well on my way to $2500. Until I had to pee. Suddenly I'm in a bathroom stall surrounded by the girls from high school who were a year below me. All gossiping and girl talking. The stall suddenly was filled with all of my possessions, and I was trying to pack everything up and load it on my back so I could find Mike and we could begin our new life together....I woke up alone, and sweating.
These life changes are so exciting and unexpected.