So. I've been having the weirdest, most vivid dreams that I've had in the entirety of my life.
Usually, my most bizarre dreams are helped along by medicine of some sort. Or fevers, even. I still remember a dream in which I was chased by a vampire when I was about ten. Of course, I had the flu, then.
Now, however, I'm fever and even medicine-free; I haven't put a pill in my mouth in over a week. From someone who was downing six or seven at bedtime for the last two years, it's a strange feeling. Yet, the dreams persist. And they're exhausting dreams, not the happy, fluffy ones that I would prefer.
I had a dream where a photographer friend of mine and I were like a two woman Charlie's Angels, with feathered hair, guns and a give 'em hell attitude. We kicked butt all over the place! We may have even kicked butt that didn't deserve it, in the interest of just being thorough. I had a dream where we were using a contractor to fix up our house (but it wasn't OUR house, it was the house I grew up in at 214 E. Vilbig Street, which no doubt DOES need some work). The contractor was an idiot and brought me a stuffed animal instead of a carpet swatch - I remember looking at him and saying, "This isn't going to fly with my husband. You're going to have to do better than that."
I had a dream where I cleaned my kids' rooms and went through all of their clothes, separating out the ones that didn't fit. It was so realistic that I was exhausted afterward when I awoke and that particular chore wasn't done.
But I did it already! I DID!
I've also had far-fetched, kooky dreams about the cast of Supernatural (I cooked for them, sigh), one about Catherine Zeta-Jones (she was nice), and one about having another baby (God forbid).
My subconscious is making me exhausted! It's to the point that I don't want to go to sleep because I work harder then than I do when I'm awake!
Huh. Maybe I should work harder when I'm awake so that I don't have weird dreams when I'm asleep. Maybe I'll even go for a run. (Talk about far-fetched.)
anyway, I think it's worth a shot.
Usually, my most bizarre dreams are helped along by medicine of some sort. Or fevers, even. I still remember a dream in which I was chased by a vampire when I was about ten. Of course, I had the flu, then.
Now, however, I'm fever and even medicine-free; I haven't put a pill in my mouth in over a week. From someone who was downing six or seven at bedtime for the last two years, it's a strange feeling. Yet, the dreams persist. And they're exhausting dreams, not the happy, fluffy ones that I would prefer.
I had a dream where a photographer friend of mine and I were like a two woman Charlie's Angels, with feathered hair, guns and a give 'em hell attitude. We kicked butt all over the place! We may have even kicked butt that didn't deserve it, in the interest of just being thorough. I had a dream where we were using a contractor to fix up our house (but it wasn't OUR house, it was the house I grew up in at 214 E. Vilbig Street, which no doubt DOES need some work). The contractor was an idiot and brought me a stuffed animal instead of a carpet swatch - I remember looking at him and saying, "This isn't going to fly with my husband. You're going to have to do better than that."
I had a dream where I cleaned my kids' rooms and went through all of their clothes, separating out the ones that didn't fit. It was so realistic that I was exhausted afterward when I awoke and that particular chore wasn't done.
But I did it already! I DID!
I've also had far-fetched, kooky dreams about the cast of Supernatural (I cooked for them, sigh), one about Catherine Zeta-Jones (she was nice), and one about having another baby (God forbid).
My subconscious is making me exhausted! It's to the point that I don't want to go to sleep because I work harder then than I do when I'm awake!
Huh. Maybe I should work harder when I'm awake so that I don't have weird dreams when I'm asleep. Maybe I'll even go for a run. (Talk about far-fetched.)
anyway, I think it's worth a shot.
I am:: the settee
I hear:: Harry Potter 2 on the X-Box
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