I'm facing my first illness in what seems like forever. It's just a cold, but it's been enough to kick my behind a little. So, last night, I got as drugged up as I could (i.e. two Tylenol), slathered on some Vicks, and attempted to sleep.
Dream #1 - Spent half the night doing interviews with football coaches... you know, because so many had offered me a full scholarship for my skills. (Watched "The Blind Side" before bed, can you tell?)
Dream #2 - Every time I coughed, I was reminded, subconsciously, that my other self (who looked much like Jack Sparrow) had worse symptoms than I. Poor sap.
Dream #3 - I was eating at a restaurant that I've frequented many times in my dreams, though why, I don't know- the service is terrible. I had a huge clump of hair embedded in the meat portion of my meal. No waiters in sight to complain to. It was maddening.
Dream #4 - I was apparently supposed to be dead, but was found by my child - one I've never seen - in a closet in some sort of compound. My supposed husband, the one who did away with me in the first place, was after me. I hid behind a fence surrounding the compound, because, obviously, no one would find me there. And they didn't. That's when my blessed alarm went off.
Needless to say, I'm postponing my bi-weekly grocery trip till my sweet and helpful husband can either watch all the kids or come with me to make sure I don't fall asleep in the bread aisle and so I don't have to talk to anyone, as I do not have much of a voice, today.
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Sorry you aren't feeling well. Hope you get better soon. Those are some pretty crazy dreams!a
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