the main attraction....

i woke up with this thought:  i am a preview to the main attraction.  what a strange thought to have floating through my head this morning. i don't usually remember my dreams and this morning was no exception there wasn't a dream associated with the thought.  just the thought. 

i haven't had much time to ponder this.  getting two "i'm not ready to get out of bed" children moving in the morning is a small miracle.  from the waking up, to the devouring of a hot breakfast, made by their amazing mother (yes i am talking about myself), and the final step out the door is utter chaos.  you would think by now that we would have the routine down?  well i have the routine down, but my kids are a completely other story.  oh well, i suppose it is all part of the gig of parenthood.

anyway, i haven't had time to think about this strange thought.  what does that mean i am a preview to the main attraction?   what main attraction?  why am i only the preview?  seriously, does anyone know of a dream interpreter?  or a i-woke-up-with-this-crazy-thought-in-my-head interpreter?  maybe i should google it? 

i'm not sure if you remember your dreams?  maybe you think that they mean something, like some sort of sixth sense, or premonition, or what have you?  the dreams i do remember are so wacky i can't make heads or tails of them, but almost always the same friend makes a cameo.  regardless of what the dream is, this friend randomly walks through.  it is like watching a movie and someone walks in front of the screen.  this friend never says anything in my dream, but always faces me and smiles.  so weird.

are you dying to know the friend?  probably not, but i would be if i was reading this.  i am very nosy that way.  so i will divulge the first name, kent.  i have known him since i was in sixth grade.  we went through all the awkward stages of adolescence together and have remained friends into adulthood.  i have some great memories of kent; bowling, shari's restaurant, barnyard commandos, song lyrics, notes in the summer through the mail, and most recently a great hike in the pouring down rain where we saw what we called a wild guinea pig.  it turned out to be a mountain beaver, but it freaked us both out.  kent is a fantastic person and i love all the cameos throughout the years.

kind of got side tracked reminiscing about my friend and dreams.  oops.  as you know i am pretty scattered in my thought process.  so i am left with this thought. not sure what to think of it?  not sure how to interpret it?  not even sure if it is directed at me?  maybe this is one of those things that is better left as is and not investigated?