Proof that we can't control what we dream...

I just didn't have the nerve to title this post..."I'm having Scott Savol's baby!" I typed it...but I just couldn't leave it. Anyway...I hate it when this happens. When A's sick, M always makes her sleep with me...and he sleeps in her bed. (I think he thinks I'm going to miraculously overcome my adversion to puke should A get sick in the night...but it ain't happening!) Well, it always happens that I have crappy dreams when he's not sleeping with me and I just hate that. So last night...I dream I'm having another man's baby. This man seems so happy he's going to be a father. This man is not Bo Bice...no, that would be proof that we CAN control our dreams. That would mean that our dreams are our deep secret desires uncovered by sleep. This man was Scott Savol. The boy can sing okay...but he just not my type. Now tell me...why in the world would I dream that I'm having his baby? I mean...I should have been dreaming that I was having Bo Bice's baby. That would have made sense. I would not have wanted to wake up. I know I have some really smart people who have studied psychology (you know who you are!) who occasionally read this blog...I sure would like to know why Scott Savol interrupted my dreams...when I know that Bo Bice is really the one who I'm really supposed to be dreaming about. I feel like I cheated on Bo. Is that crazy or what? Shouldn't I feel like I cheated on M? Yeah, right.