What a joyful morning. I had a dream about Luke Wilson last night. In case you don’t know him, he is a great actor! And very, very laugh-aloud funny. And, as you can see from the above photo, he’s TOTALLY good-looking. Don’t confuse him with his slighly more famous older brother Owen, who may even be funnier than Luke and who’s also really cute (hence, his reputation as a big-time ladies’ man, despite his really odd nose.) Also, despite hype about Luke Wilson getting “fat,” I say FAT SHMAT. He’s still darn good-looking, and he always will be! he he.
Scary and sad aside: For a brief period of time, I sort of considered naming my newborn son Luke Wilson [insert my last name]. Or at least Luke. My husband would never ever agree with this if he knew that Luke Wilson is a movie star. However, because he has NO IDEA who Luke Wilson or any other famous person is, I went ahead and asked…However, the word “luke” means “onion” in Russian language. This didn’t bother me at ALL. But it did bother my husband, as he spoke Russian sometimes growing up. I was like, “Oh COME ON, the name Onion Wilson [insert our last name] is perfectly acceptable.” Amusing, no?
It was so nice to dream about someone I LIKE after having so many dreams about famous people like Vladimir Putin wanting to date me (read here, very bizarre) or Robin Williams trying to set me up with Josh Hartnett (read here, barely even know who Josh Harnett is).
Too bad the dream was SO DUMB. Luke was not in any way interested in me or asking me out. In fact, his friend was kind of mean to me. Plus, for some reason, the dream involved a 90 year old Hungarian lady who I’m pretty sure was Luke’s grandmother (in the dream only…in real life, I think his parents are Irish)…
Let me warn you that this is boring and dumb, but basically, here’s the dream: Me, Luke, Luke’s friend, and Luke’s Hungarian grandmother were sitting in the grandmother’s apartment. It was old and rundown. We were talking about how to solve some problem–I think she wanted to move out of that apartment. So, the friend looks up and says to the group “Do you want to see how bad it is?” Then he looks at me and says, “Go over there and lift up that piece of posterboard.”
Right before I lifted up the posterboard, Luke’s friend says, “Wait till you see all the bugs under this thing.” Um, bugs? I don’t lift things up when there are BUGS under it. Needless to say, that posterboard stayed extremely intact. But I had to ask myself, “Why do I always get the crap jobs no one else wants to do? Why didn’t he ask LUKE to do it?” Whatever, I’ m used to it. Ha ha.
Anyway, then the dream fizzled out because slowly the sound of my beautiful baby crying became louder and louder in my ears. The one I wanted to name Onion. And I got up. That’s it. That’s my big dream about Luke Wilson. Give me a break. By the way, does everyone have dreams about famous guys (or girls) asking them out? If no, I guess this is yet one more sign that I have low self-esteem or am starved for attention or something like this. Will make a note to check that out closely. As soon as I have time. And money for therapy.