I’m walking though some wooded terrain to get to a campground, when I noticed some lions. I asked someone where the lions came from, and was told that they had escaped a zoo, and nobody was ever able to catch them. Needless to say, I decided that walking through lion infested woods might not be the brightest thing someone could do, so I decided to slowly back away and return to my vehicle.
Upon that decision, I start to slowly walk backwards to my vehicle, being very careful not to turn my back on these lions. By the time I got halfway back, there were 3 male lions and at least 4 or 5 females. At first they didn’t seem to mind that I was there (or anyone else for that matter), but then, one changed it’s mine. A male came charging toward me, another was off to my right in the distance, and a female was off to my left in the distance.
My first thought was that I must protect myself, but all I have in my hands are my purse , a bag full of goodies and the arm off of some sort of very large stuffed toy. I decided to shove the stuffed toy arm in the lion’s mouth, which I did. Much to my surprise, he proceeded to play with it.
I got to my car, with other lions still following, and my car door wouldn’t shut. Enter into the dream Rob Lowe. Not only does he get my car door shut, but he drives. Normally, I don’t let anyone drive my car, but hey, it’s Rob Lowe. He told me he thought I was one tough cookie to take on a lion with nothing but the arm of a stuffed toy, so he’s like to take me to lunch. Of course….he’s Rob Lowe, so I agreed.
We got to our destination, ordered our lunch and drinks, and just were having a grand time chatting about how I saved myself from the jaws of a lion, when Rob Lowe looks across the room and asks “Hey, is that Martin Eng?” Now, mind you, I don’t know Martin Eng from Adam, but I must have in this dream. My reply, “Well, I do believe it is.” Then, I notice my friend Bonnie across at another table, so I go over, and put my arm around her shoulders and wait for her to notice me. She said “Kelly, you’re so funny!” We chat a bit and I return to the table. Once there Rob Lowe hands me a note with some jewelry he had been untangling. One piece of jewelry is a necklace with the number 85.
“What’s this?” I asked. Rob Lowe responds that he hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting such a tough gal before, and he wanted to give me this collection of jewelry. He asked if it would be ok if he asked me out on some dates. He also told me 85 was the year he graduated. Now, I don’t know if he meant college or high school. Heck, I don’t even know how old Rob Lowe is. But, hey, it was Rob Lowe, and he was dreamy. So, after hesitating a bit about our imagined age difference, I accepted his gift of jewelry. Then my cat woke me up.
I guess I should stop watching Steve Irwin specials and King Kong movies before bed. Nah.