My Dream Husband Would...

I wanted to take a moment to let you all in on my life. Today I woke up feeling really grateful for my Jared L. Spinelly (we decided to adopt my puppy's middle name as our last name). We are the Spinelly's now. Anyway, I started laundry late, and J usually goes to bed after me and finished up the laundry. It's kinda our jam. So last night Shia and I were sleeping, as we often do. Shia was being cuter than ever. She was laying on my belly, and she wouldn't move. For a minute, I thought maybe she knew something I didn't, like there was a baby in there. I freaked out. Luckily I remembered that I am on my punctuation - so that's not possible. Anyway, back to my story. Shia and I were sleepin' like the angels we are when I dozed off into dream land.
In my dream Jared was being really rude to me. He was all up in my grill, and yelling at me and telling me about ex- girlfriends. I am not really sure what brought on this dream, but in dream land it felt like he had been yelling at me for hours. I started to cry - in real life. Not in dream land. Jared kindly woke me up, and I was really angry at real Jared for what Dream Jared did. It was like 3am, and I really couldn't tell the difference between dreams and real life. 
Sweet baby Jared cuddled me back to sleep. I was being a little dream mad still, and didn't really want to cuddle him.
So after all this dream drama. I woke up this morning, and all my laundry was done and laid out nicely. I felt really bad for puttin' up a fuss last night. 
Sorry real Jared and dream Jared! You're both nice.... :)Also how much longer is this mustache going to be hangin' around??
Don't you hate that feeling where you really can't tell the difference between life and dreams?