Dreams are for Rookies

I had the most interesting dream the other night, and decided it would be funny to share. In this dream, I was at a huge pool party with a lot of 'young' people (probably high school age, because I think I remember recognizing kids from my high school experience). I was walking around with some friends, and as we would pass by people, they would see me, cringe away and start screaming!! I kept wondering why they were doing that, and it was starting to make me feel bad! I looked down, and I was fully dressed; I didn't have anything like food or whatnot on my face or shirt... Then I found a mirror and looked in, and realized they were screaming at my face and I cried! I looked in this mirror and saw myself with this really horrible haircut with gray streaked throughout, and my face was covered with acne and wrinkles. I also had on those huge old-school clear plastic rimmed glasses (you know the ones that are about the size of half your face). I looked like a wreck! I woke up crying! And I have to admit, that that dream made me realize that I'm getting old! HA!! I don't really think I'm that old. I don't FEEL old--and my dad always says you're only as old as you feel (or act, for that matter). I still feel like a teenager many days. Only on days like Saturday when I throw my back out completely and can't walk, do I feel like I may actually be getting old. But this dream made me think about the fact that I'm really not getting younger. :) I suppose as I close in on that 30th birthday mark in September that I'm starting to get cold feet. Can I back out of that one? I know that 30 is not old, although I remember (or I remember my mom telling the story) when I was a little girl and I said to my mom (something to the effect of), "You're 25. Then you turn 26, then 27, then 28, then 29...and then you die." So I suppose this has stemmed from early childhood, this idea of 30 being the point of no return. :) Devin and I were even discussing the other night about how we could possibly retire when we're 50...then we discarded that idea because 50 is too young! :) When did I start thinking that 50 was too young? :) And why do I think that 30 is super old, but 50 is young? What a complicated mess I have in my head! :)