Color me confused

Last night I had a strange dream. I was with a friend from high school, we were sitting across from each other at her dining room table, catching up on each other's lives. Somehow the discussion turned to live music, and I asked her if she was planning to see any good shows that summer. She mentioned that she had tickets to see Freddy Rodriguez, who was touring to promote his debut pop record. I geeked out and said, "Freddy Rodriguez? You mean Federico from Six Feet Under?" I was astounded to learn that he could sing, and got really excited and wanted to know if tickets were still available so I could go see him as well.

Totally weird and random, and even weirder if you consider it's the second time he's invaded my sleep in as many weeks. In his last appearance, he and I were going at it (although I think we were fully clothed), and as I made out with him I remember thinking it was strange to be in this position, considering my Six Feet Under crushes have always been limited to Peter Krause, Jeremy Sisto, and all of Claire's boyfriends/flings except the Russell character.

Does it say something about me that my dreams don't give me what I want?

*shrugs*