Only a few more days until the iPhone goes on sale! I am way too excited for my own good. I’m hoping that actually getting one (knock on wood that I can get one on release day) will stop the iPhone-related dreams I’ve been having. Yes, I’ve had dreams about the iPhone. You can stop laughing now. No, I am not in therapy, nor do I plan to seek any.
I tend to have very vivid dreams about things that are on my mind, so this is not out of the ordinary for me. And it’s a trait that I don’t enjoy after seeing a scary movie, since nightmares are usually the result.
So, you want to know what my “worse” iPhone dream was? I was at a mall waiting in line on release day. Somehow, there were chairs outside for people to sit on, and the woman in front of me had her purse and other stuff on the chair next to her. I asked her if she could move it so I could sit on the chair, and she refused. I said a few choice words to her, and others in line chimed in “on my side” and she finally moved her stuff. Then, we all got into the store. I snagged a salesperson right away and asked for an iPhone. He went over to a display and brought one back to me. As I looked at the package, I realized it was only an iPhone model, not a real one. I complained to him, and he laughed at me, saying it was funny. I was incredibly upset and went to another salesperson and complained about what he’d just done. That salesperson immediately handed me a real iPhone, while the first salesperson was still laughing behind me. And then I woke up.
Huh. Maybe I do need therapy.