Last night, Dawn mastered the art of Inception and messed with my dreams.

First, I dreamed that I had a baby.  With Ovechkin.

Luckily the dream started immediately post-delivery – dreaming the baby-making or the delivery would have woken me screaming.  But Ovi was really sweet (Stop it, Dawn!) and even though we weren’t married, he wanted to baby to have his name.   Apparently we didn’t have much of a game plan, because we talked about this while driving home from the hospital.  In the car we decided to name the little girl Evelyn.  So they could be Evi and Ovi.

Even asleep, I crack myself up.

Nice try Dawn, but my brain will resist you! (I admit, this is a nice picture.)

START THIS DAMNED SEASON, ALREADY.  I’m going crazy.

Then I woke up, bewildered and laughing, and went back to sleep.  Only to dream that we were all at my wedding reception, eating of course, and there was a TV on.  Mike Green came on an infomercial for – I couldn’t make this up – men’s hair color.  The sound was off and I was freaking out for someone to turn it on or DVR it.  Every single person had a remote and zero people could work it.  Bride-zilla.

Freaking weird.

That is no hair color magic.

The good news is, I still don’t like Ovechkin.  And any future kids with Mr. Pants will be waaaaay cuter and obviously Pens fans.  I don’t think Mike’s into the Just for Men yet either.  So, is it October yet?