My hopes and dreams

I quite often have vivid dreams that I remember in the morning.
Most of the time it is stupid stuff.
About twice a month it'll be really scary and I'll have to wake up Brad to "protect" me until my heart returns to a normal beating rate. I know, that's totally lame and childish.
But my most recent dream was not scary ... just weird.
It had me (obviously), my high school psychology teacher and the girl that grew up across the street from me and we were all on a debate team.
And then there was a party at my parents' house and for some reason I was very angry and I was pacing up and down the hall just screaming at everyone.
At the very end, was an appearance by the girlfriend/wife of a guy that I had a crush on like a bazillion years ago. I don't even know if she really exists. But in my dream, she was ugly, ugly, ugly.
And that, apparently, is my hope. :-)