So Annika and I are on our little getaway Spring Break. She is currently snoring away as she grabs a little cat nap. Our sleep last night was interrupted. Staying at an airport vicinity hotel always is like that. We tried to go to sleep early. Lights were out at 9 pm, but then the 4 of us got the giggles and laughed for a while. Finally we were asleep until 3 am. Then the first round of vacation started--Dean and Kirsten got up and I ran them to the airport at 4 am. Back to the hotel where Annika and I watched 'Out of Africa' until about 5:30 am until we were able to go back to sleep. Back up a few hours later and we started our day. It has been a great one so far.
As I sit and listen to her snore, I am reminded of some of the strange dreams I have been having lately. I am sometimes a rather vivid snoozer, but lately I have had some doozies. I thought I would share just a couple. Maybe one of you three that still read this can give me some psychological input on what they mean.
Dream #1: I dreamed the other night that I was wearing a v-neck shirt. Not unusual, I often do that. We we traveling with an assorted cast of characters. At one point, I was riding in a crowded van that stopped abruptly. I was sent flying to the dash because I had no actual seat and instead was simply perched atop others. I returned to my perch and we continued on. Then we were walking down the street in a group. Suddenly my brother-in-law from California was there. He walked over to me and said simply 'uhm your boob is hanging out of your shirt'. I looked down and sure enough my boob had popped out of my bra and out of the v-neck and was just flopping around there. Everyone else seemed to be ignoring the incident, even Dean. I.WAS.HORRIFIED! I looked at my brother-in-law and I asked 'how long has it been that way????'. 'Oh about 1/2 an hour, I was just curious if you would notice.'.
Dream #2: I dreamed the other night that I was at the Dr. They said that I should really have a picc IV line put in my hand. I said no problem, I can do that and they agreed. I spent what seemed like a half an hour trying to insert my own picc line. I was SO proud of myself when I succeeded. I forgot the dream until later that day when I was visiting my mother-in-law in the hospital and I saw the nurse flush her picc line out. STRANGE.
Dream #3: I was dreaming something nonsensical. Thru-out the dream I kept hearing my cell phone ring. The ring was the ring the kids set for Dean--the theme from Monty Python's Search for the Holy Grail. I never could find the phone. Later I woke up and Dean was right with me and my phone was put away, so it definitely was not ringing in my sleep.
I hope tonight's dreams are more restful. I also think I shouldn't wear a v-neck for a while.
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