hmmm... (take the poll in the previous post!)

So last night, I had this dream that I saw Paul McCartney and got his autograph.

Now, for those of you who don't know, Paul has been my ideal man since I hit puberty. Folks, just listen to "I Will" and tell me he doesn't rock your socks off.

Anyways, so I got his autograph, and then I went to show it to my dad. And then, I look down, and realize it's not really his autograph! It wasn't really him! It was a big fake! The disappointment was profound, and my father mocked me. My analysis is that this dream expresses my fear that my dreams will always remain dreams, that they are totally illusory and beyond my grasp. Yeah, I really need to conquer that fear. In the meantime, I've decided to meditate on the hotness of Paul McCartney. Any other analyses?