I’m a big fan of the show “Glee”. If you’re not a big fan, first, WHY NOT ARE YOU SOME KIND OF CRAZY PERSON OR SOMETHING, and second, if you aren’t into chocolate cookie-induced dreams about Finn from Glee then you probably want to exit right now and go watch vintage David Bowie viddies on YouTube.

So I had ONE chocolate chip cookie last night. I knew what I was doing as I was doing it, and still, I rationalized to myself “it’s just one cookie, maybe it won’t give me the coo-coo-crazy dreams I usually have from sugar this late at night.” HA HA NO. That would be great if that really happened but NO.

Anyway, so I had a dream where I was part of the Glee cast. You know, because I have such fantastic singing chops and can dance in a completely non-awkward, cringeworthy manner? Uh huh. I even had a cute outfit, kind of between Rachel’s style and Cher. It works if you think about it.

Finn and I (he’s SUCH a dreamboat) were talking and all of a sudden he tells me he has inoperable cancer and only has one month to live.

I start crying.

“But Finn!” I said in my dream. “You can’t leave me! I love you!”

Finn starts singing and dancing around; it sounds like Duran Duran for a few minutes and then segues abruptly to Broadway show tunes. Which, again, WORKS IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT.

Before I started getting REALLY emotional, the alarm went off and I woke up feeling upset because the dream was really real and dammit! FINN HAS CANCER. In my dream. Not in real life.

It truly was really disturbing.

The End.

P.S. I hope I don’t get any weird fangirl letters from this post.

P.P.S. But if Finn wants to write me and admit to me his lifelong dream of sweeping me off my feet, getting a box of Krispy Kremes, and going to the movies all day, than I’m all for it.

P.P.P.S But I don’t think that’s going to happen (*fingers crossed that it will, though*)