Which reminded me of the dream I had the night before.
I loved hair bands in the '80's. Metallica, Poison, Twisted Sister, Motley Crue, L.A. Guns, Faster Pussycat, Aerosmith, Def Leppard, Guns N' Roses, you get the picture.
However, my two favorites were Bon Jovi and Poison. Because I was in love with the lead singers. In the eighties, you couldn't get better than Jon Bon Jovi and Bret Michaels.
My how times have changed.
Jon Bon Jovi can still beat my drum any day of the week. I don't think I will ever stop crushing on that Jersey boy. Bret Michaels, however...well...
So, in my dream, I met the members of Poison...Bret, C.C. DeVille, Bobby Dall, and Ricki Rockett.
We were in somebody's house and I went on a search for something or other, but the point is that I walked in on Ricki Rockett while he was getting dressed and he was a woman! All those years we were led to believe he was a man in women's makeup because he taped down his boobs. But there he was nipples and all. Full B cup.
Then, Bret Michaels starting hitting on me and I was all, "No way, Bret. Maybe in the '80's, but now? After that train wreck Rock of Love on a bus or whatever? I don't think so."
And I was outta there. Peace out, Michaels.
I love it when I have dreams about my celebrity crushes. Frankly, I'm surprised I haven't dreamt about Joe from Blue's Clues yet. I have teeny, tiny crush on him. Is that wrong?
So, who do you dream about?