Here’s how my celebrity-addled subconscious works: last night I had a dream I went to a high school reunion. OK normal enough, I went to one a few weeks ago.
Attending the reunion with me? Princess Diana and her sons. Yup, alive and apparently both a princess and a member of my graduating class! Who knew?
I also got a dream-hug from classmate Joshua Jackson. Score! He even gave me coins to call him from payphones, I guess because when I was in high school that was our only option for public calls. (FYI, even in dreamland he’s a good hugger.)
On my way out of the reunion I was bummed to see that I missed talking to another former classmate Luke Perry. Stupid alarm!
Of course now this dream is going to make my actual HS reunion next year seem totally lame in comparison without Diana, Pacey and Dylan.
This is what happens when I go to bed before 2AM.