Hanson

So last night I had a dream that I can't get out of my head. I was feeling desperate because all of my relationships (I use that word loosely) lately have been failures. So I signed up for some sort of internet dating service. I apparently met a man who I was compatible with and crazy about. Turns out he used to be in a boy band when he was younger. Turns out his name was Taylor Hanson. Man was I in love with him. The only problem being that I have never been one of those girls who was in love with the band Hanson in elementary school. In fact I was anti-Hanson. I recall this seeming to be a slight problem in my head, but we still continued to date. I could only see him when I was up here at school, so our time was limited (I am not sure exactly why because I am always up at school). He told me he was from little Canada. So I was talking to someone about how I was dating a Minnesotan, when Taylor corrected me and said he was from the country of Canada. After I woke up I had some thoughts about this: why would he call Canada little? Or did he misunderstand where he was from? Or, was he part of the witness protection program (hiding from his past as part of a horrible boy band) and couldn't remember where he was "supposed" to be from? I think the case is that last choice. So him and I went on a little excursion which was kind of like a fair/festival. Oh and it was springtime in the dream. We walked over the cutest bridge to go to the fair, and in the pond below someone had written (don't ask me how) "I love you Danielle" And in my dream it was this girl I went to high school with. Which is weird because I haven't seen her since I randomly bumped into her in Eau Claire last semester. Well at the far we were sitting on the ground by a statue with Taylor's two brothers (the other 2/3 of the boy band) when I noticed his feet. ! He had a LOT of warts on them. There were these bumpy, multicolored lumps that were meshing together on the tops of his feet. It was really not gross at all (In the dream....). So naturally I counted his bumps on his feet. I think this may be reflecting my fear that my cute feet are getting beat up lately. I wore new heels out to the bars on Thursday and came back with two huge blisters on the bottom/sides of my feet which are still bugging me today. I have been in heels all weekend for work, and my feet hurt/aren't happy. Looks like Taylor and I were really made for each other...