What Dreams May Come
Dreams… they iz cray-zay.
But seriously, last night I had the craziest dreams. Both the Hubs and I have been having problems sleeping. I don’t know if it’s because we can’t find a good temperature, the bed is weird, new mattress pad. No clue. But last night’s dreams were the craziest I’ve had in a long time.
Not to bore everyone but one was about being locked in this killer’s house and everyone thought he was a nice guy so no one searched the place. I was in the basement but no one could find me. Creepy.
The second one had to do with my cell phone but for the life of me I can’t remember it. I just remember waking up super hot and kicking off all the covers.
Then, this morning in real life, our neighbor let their kid out in the front yard at 6:30am where he proceeded to yell for AN HOUR about how his bus was late. Sweetie, your bus isn’t late. Your bus comes at 7:45 on the dot every. damn. day. But the parents kept him out there and he was having a conniption fit every 10 seconds or so.
THEN! I woke up super hungry and couldn’t fall back asleep. Like, so hungry that I was feeling sick (didn’t have a big dinner last night). Why I didn’t just go to the kitchen and get something to eat, I don’t know but I waited it out in bed only to go downstairs at 7:30 and scarf down everything in sight.
Then I felt sick again. Still do. Yikes. I don’t read into dreams at all but I hate waking up from the scary ones and then letting it bother me for the rest of the day.
Do you guys remember your dreams? Most of the time I can’t, but last night’s are still pretty vivid… and creepy.