At the risk of sounding like a crazy psycho stalker obsessed fan, I dream about Blake Shelton A LOT! (Get your mind out of the gutter.) He just seems to be this reoccurring character in my dreams for whatever reason.
So the other night I was dreaming about radio (that’s a very popular reoccurring theme in my dreamland…for obvious reasons). I was doing a live broadcast from somewhere. I’m not sure where, but I was in an old car. I’m going to guess a big ol’ car from the 70′s, one with a big, skinny steering wheel. It was blue.
Anyway, in real life, when we’re doing live broadcasts we wear headphones so we can hear our producer back at the station. Well, in this dream, Blake was my producer! And I definitely enjoyed every second of hearing his accent come through my headphones. He told me that he liked it when I tweeted him.
Then some other crazy stuff happened that I don’t remember. But naturally I woke up and tweeted Blake… no response. *sigh* Maybe next time.