I just had to the worst dream. I dreamed that we left MT with my mom for a few hours while we did something with TB and she ended up kidnapped. We didn't know where she was or if she was ok or anything.
Now I have lingering icky feelings so I'm blogging about it, in the hopes that I will feel better and be able to go to sleep, since I have to get up in 30 minutes for school.
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2 comments:
I hate the 'real-life' dreams when they're about the kids or the husband. Makes you wake up icky and it just lingers for the day.
I'm sending happy vibes your way!
I know what you're saying Quigs. When I was in college I dreamed I had unprotected sex with Brad Pitt and he knocked me up at 21.
When I woke up I felt chilled to my spine. I had cheated on MacTroll AND gotten pregnant.
It wasn't until five minutes later when I realized that perhaps having Brad Pitt's love child might be kind of okay. When I was okay with that reality, I became disappointed because when the dream got to the good parts, there was a fade to black screen wipe... like I was watching it on TV. Then when it came back on, he's naked with a towel around his waist and I'm on the bed panicking.
Oh, wait. Kidnapping dreams. Um... I had one where I took X-man to a pool run by Dr. Phil. He was walking around in flip flops and baggy short with a whistle. I looked up and suddenly flames were falling from the sky. When I looked back where Xander's swim class was he was gone. I'm screaming and running around unable to find him.
See, the Brad Pitt story was MUCH better.
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