Weekend In Review

Let’s see… there was puking, there was wine, a picnic (probably where I picked up the food poisoning), helping a friend build a deck (mostly supervising for my part), lots of not sleeping (yeah, puking will do that to ya), picking up dog poop, weeding, and laundry. I know, I know. Sexy, huh?

And then I woke up this morning and knew it had been a bad night. I’d been dreaming all night and in each dream, I stopped everything to take pain meds.

Happy Monday to me. *sigh* How was your weekend?

PS – But the new Harry Potter movie RAWKED! Now I want to reread The Half-Blood Prince so I’m fresh for the final book. I plan on starting Sunday and heaven help WhatsHisFace when he tries to distract me.

Weekend In Review

Let’s see… there was puking, there was wine, a picnic (probably where I picked up the food poisoning), helping a friend build a deck (mostly supervising for my part), lots of not sleeping (yeah, puking will do that to ya), picking up dog poop, weeding, and laundry. I know, I know. Sexy, huh?

And then I woke up this morning and knew it had been a bad night. I’d been dreaming all night and in each dream, I stopped everything to take pain meds.

Happy Monday to me. *sigh* How was your weekend?

PS – But the new Harry Potter movie RAWKED! Now I want to reread The Half-Blood Prince so I’m fresh for the final book. I plan on starting Sunday and heaven help WhatsHisFace when he tries to distract me.

New Dream *

I had a dream the other night that was very odd.

In the dream, I was the mother of three kids – at least two of them were boys. The youngest boy was around 7 years old and his brother was 12-ish. I had to go run some sort of important errand and since I was only going to be gone for a few minutes, I asked the 12yr old to keep an eye on his brother. I don’t know where the third child was – but (s)he was older than the 12yr old, just for context. When I got back, the 12yr old told me that the 7yr old ** had gone to the bathroom, pooped, and then spread it all over the walls of his room. I yelled at the 12yr old because he wasn’t watching his brother and then went and talked to the 7yr old. When I asked him why he did that, he told me he was mad at his Dad and getting back at him. I asked him why he’d do that in my house if he was mad at his Dad, and then the dream shifted.

The next thing I know, the kids are all at their father’s house because it’s his weekend to have them. I was happy because I’d get to relax. I went to bed early and was going to read and watch a movie. I was drinking a glass of orange Crush. *** Since there weren’t any side tables, I set it at the bottom of the bed on the floor. But then the covers pooled up at the bottom of the bed and slid off, knocking the soda over. I was on my way to go get a carpet spot thing (like that new one they’re advertising that is a little pod of cleaner with a brush on it) and worrying if it would get the orange out when I woke up.

I have no idea what that’s about. It must have been someone else’s dream. Anybody claiming it?

* – Have at, it makes no sense to me.
** – I don’t remember anybody using names or I’d use them…
*** – I don’t even drink that stuff in real life and I don’t know why it suddenly appeared.

New Dream *

I had a dream the other night that was very odd.

In the dream, I was the mother of three kids – at least two of them were boys. The youngest boy was around 7 years old and his brother was 12-ish. I had to go run some sort of important errand and since I was only going to be gone for a few minutes, I asked the 12yr old to keep an eye on his brother. I don’t know where the third child was – but (s)he was older than the 12yr old, just for context. When I got back, the 12yr old told me that the 7yr old ** had gone to the bathroom, pooped, and then spread it all over the walls of his room. I yelled at the 12yr old because he wasn’t watching his brother and then went and talked to the 7yr old. When I asked him why he did that, he told me he was mad at his Dad and getting back at him. I asked him why he’d do that in my house if he was mad at his Dad, and then the dream shifted.

The next thing I know, the kids are all at their father’s house because it’s his weekend to have them. I was happy because I’d get to relax. I went to bed early and was going to read and watch a movie. I was drinking a glass of orange Crush. *** Since there weren’t any side tables, I set it at the bottom of the bed on the floor. But then the covers pooled up at the bottom of the bed and slid off, knocking the soda over. I was on my way to go get a carpet spot thing (like that new one they’re advertising that is a little pod of cleaner with a brush on it) and worrying if it would get the orange out when I woke up.

I have no idea what that’s about. It must have been someone else’s dream. Anybody claiming it?

* – Have at, it makes no sense to me.
** – I don’t remember anybody using names or I’d use them…
*** – I don’t even drink that stuff in real life and I don’t know why it suddenly appeared.

Dreams

So I had a dream the other night. It’s a little fuzzy and everything seemed to be happening at night. I was in a boat with WhatsHisFace. For some reason, I or possibly we decided that one of the propellers * needed to be disabled or modified. I have no idea why. But he was driving ** and told me to take care of it. I couldn’t though – because I was so hugely pregnant *** that I couldn’t reach something that I needed to reach to do whatever it was that needed doing. **** So he took care of it for me.

Skip forward a while, and I’m in the boat again with Jasmine, Bobo/Campbells, and some unnamed faceless dude who was not WhatsHisFace. And apparently, I’m in labor. They were freaking out because they needed to get me to the hospital and the boat was the only way to get there. And it was all mucked up and going nowhere. Bobo/Campbells tracked the problem back to the prop from before and was all “What the hell was WhatsHisFace doing?” It felt like I had this huge realization, “It was me! I told him to do that! You just have to [technobabble]!” and I started laughing. Then I was in this well lit place and somebody was handing me a really big, pink baby and telling me it was a girl. *****

Then I woke up.

* the back right one if you’re facing forward – so aft starboard? I dunno.
** He wasn’t actually driving the boat when we were messing with the prop. That would have been a way different dream. Maybe better though. Just sayin.
*** Yeah. Pregnant. Ready to pop pregnant.
**** It made total sense in the dream. But even then, I got the idea that it was one of those irrational/weird things I get into my head sometimes and he was humoring me.
***** Cause I’m sure that’s how it happens. Labor with no pain and lots of laughing then blink and they hand you a baby. Skipping that messy blood, tears, pain part. Right? Hello?

Dreams

So I had a dream the other night. It’s a little fuzzy and everything seemed to be happening at night. I was in a boat with WhatsHisFace. For some reason, I or possibly we decided that one of the propellers * needed to be disabled or modified. I have no idea why. But he was driving ** and told me to take care of it. I couldn’t though – because I was so hugely pregnant *** that I couldn’t reach something that I needed to reach to do whatever it was that needed doing. **** So he took care of it for me.

Skip forward a while, and I’m in the boat again with Jasmine, Bobo/Campbells, and some unnamed faceless dude who was not WhatsHisFace. And apparently, I’m in labor. They were freaking out because they needed to get me to the hospital and the boat was the only way to get there. And it was all mucked up and going nowhere. Bobo/Campbells tracked the problem back to the prop from before and was all “What the hell was WhatsHisFace doing?” It felt like I had this huge realization, “It was me! I told him to do that! You just have to [technobabble]!” and I started laughing. Then I was in this well lit place and somebody was handing me a really big, pink baby and telling me it was a girl. *****

Then I woke up.

* the back right one if you’re facing forward – so aft starboard? I dunno.
** He wasn’t actually driving the boat when we were messing with the prop. That would have been a way different dream. Maybe better though. Just sayin.
*** Yeah. Pregnant. Ready to pop pregnant.
**** It made total sense in the dream. But even then, I got the idea that it was one of those irrational/weird things I get into my head sometimes and he was humoring me.
***** Cause I’m sure that’s how it happens. Labor with no pain and lots of laughing then blink and they hand you a baby. Skipping that messy blood, tears, pain part. Right? Hello?

Dreams Again

I woke up this morning from a dream where I was on vacation with my parents and my boss. We were in France (I think) and trying to find maps because we were hopelessly lost. A very attractive young woman walked in, and my boss turned from who he is in real life to Flava Flav and started trying to impress her. I just looked at him all bemused while I continued trying to find a map to get us back on track.

Then I woke up. No pizza to blame it on, but I did have half (yes Hubby, I said half!) of a piece of French Silk Pie from Village Inn before bed.

What does any of that mean? (This is fun – and we’re off!)

Dreams Again

I woke up this morning from a dream where I was on vacation with my parents and my boss. We were in France (I think) and trying to find maps because we were hopelessly lost. A very attractive young woman walked in, and my boss turned from who he is in real life to Flava Flav and started trying to impress her. I just looked at him all bemused while I continued trying to find a map to get us back on track.

Then I woke up. No pizza to blame it on, but I did have half (yes Hubby, I said half!) of a piece of French Silk Pie from Village Inn before bed.

What does any of that mean? (This is fun – and we’re off!)

Dreams

I’ve been remembering more and more of my dreams lately. Possibly because I’m trying to remember them, but they’re still mostly vague. Nothing like Beosig’s dreams – he has such vivid details in his posts about all of his dreams and it makes me jealous. (Darn you! Just kidding, I still love you And the monks in Japan were so much fun to hang out with. I have pictures of one of them dancing with underwear on his head. Sake and laughing and music will do that to you. That really isn’t as irrelevant as it seems, go read Beosig’s post….)

Right, where was I? Dreams – I’ve had three dreams as an adult that I can vividly remember. The first is a dream about me finding an alien spaceship. The second is me on an alien planet. The third is about a psycho killer invading my house. I still wonder why those three stuck with me. Hubby says the first two are because I’m actually an alien baby. I’m guessing it’s more along the lines of spicy pizza too close to bedtime, but the alien thing works for me too.

All the rest of my dreams usually fade away to just a general feeling or just an image or two. Like this morning – I knew when I woke up that I’d had dreams all night. But the only thing that stuck with me was from the last one. I knew that at the end of the dream, I was in a pool with a man and his daughter. She was youngish (maybe early teens) and desperately wanted to go do something else. I kept telling her it was okay to leave, but her father was angry and kept insisting that she stay and help him. He was swimming while he collected sparkly blue glowing dice from the pool. Right before I woke up, I managed to get the container of dice away from him (for you gamers out there, they were in a plastic box like you’d find dice sets in a store). I threatened to throw the whole set in one of the weird holes in the wall at one end of the pool if he didn’t let her leave. I remember him being desperate about not losing the dice, but I woke up before he could react to the threat.

I have no idea where that one came from or what it means. Anybody have a clue?

Dreams

I’ve been remembering more and more of my dreams lately. Possibly because I’m trying to remember them, but they’re still mostly vague. Nothing like Beosig’s dreams – he has such vivid details in his posts about all of his dreams and it makes me jealous. (Darn you! Just kidding, I still love you And the monks in Japan were so much fun to hang out with. I have pictures of one of them dancing with underwear on his head. Sake and laughing and music will do that to you. That really isn’t as irrelevant as it seems, go read Beosig’s post….)

Right, where was I? Dreams – I’ve had three dreams as an adult that I can vividly remember. The first is a dream about me finding an alien spaceship. The second is me on an alien planet. The third is about a psycho killer invading my house. I still wonder why those three stuck with me. Hubby says the first two are because I’m actually an alien baby. I’m guessing it’s more along the lines of spicy pizza too close to bedtime, but the alien thing works for me too.

All the rest of my dreams usually fade away to just a general feeling or just an image or two. Like this morning – I knew when I woke up that I’d had dreams all night. But the only thing that stuck with me was from the last one. I knew that at the end of the dream, I was in a pool with a man and his daughter. She was youngish (maybe early teens) and desperately wanted to go do something else. I kept telling her it was okay to leave, but her father was angry and kept insisting that she stay and help him. He was swimming while he collected sparkly blue glowing dice from the pool. Right before I woke up, I managed to get the container of dice away from him (for you gamers out there, they were in a plastic box like you’d find dice sets in a store). I threatened to throw the whole set in one of the weird holes in the wall at one end of the pool if he didn’t let her leave. I remember him being desperate about not losing the dice, but I woke up before he could react to the threat.

I have no idea where that one came from or what it means. Anybody have a clue?