Dreaming about David

Confession: I had a dream about David Archuleta last night. (Don't worry, Jesse already knows.)

The dream consisted of me being engaged to David and trying desperately to get out of it. Over and over my friends kept telling me, "But Brooke, you're bigger than him!" Which is true. He's a half-pint when it comes to most males. He's short, small-framed and baby-faced. (Maybe puberty hasn't gotten hold of him yet?) The other problem was age. I am at least 10 years older than little Davey, which made me out to feel like some kind of pedophile. In a creepy, I-could-have-babysat-you-as-a-kid sort of way.

However, the best part of my dream is when Jesse comes hobbling out of the bushes, on crutches, and confesses his true love for me. This declaration finally convinces me that I must break it off with David.

So I decide to break up with him, in a round about way, at his bachelor-pad pool party. Of course, there is music blaring, lights, dancing, wet bar, the works. (Yet keep in mind this is a PG-13 dream, so the wet bar was only serving Cokes, because as we all know the Archuleta fam is mormon.) Anyway, I can't find David, but I see his mom at the party. So I go up to her and say, "Um, tell him I'm really sorry, but I can't do this." She glares a "how-dare-you-break-my-son's-heart" motherly glare at me and walks off saying nothing. Then I wake up. Does this have teen movie potential written all over it or what?! I just hope I'm not the only one who has teen-crush dreams like this!