Dream a little dream
Twice this week, I've had strange dreams. And I've remembered them, which makes them even odder.
Dream #1 - I could clearly see a dark-headed man carrying a baby. I'm presuming the baby was a girl since the baby was all decked out in pink. I couldn't see the man's face, but my dream Me knew he was my husband.
Why is that odd? Mr. Jenkins has blond hair.
Dream #2 - I was eating at an IHOP in Gwinnett County with a friend of mine (her ID shall remain anonymous.) My cell phone rang - the ring tone was for someone specific, but the name on the screen wasn't theirs, and when I answered, the voice was Mr. Jenkins'. He was telling me he planned to save $50 a month until he had enough for "the ring." For some reason, my friend and I left IHOP while I was talking with him. We were at a traffic light, on what I think was Jimmy Carter Blvd, and I watched a man cross the street. A powder blue Chevy Nova was turning left and rather than yielding to the pedestrian, the driver gunned the motor and hit the man. I watched the car race off, the man fall and walk a ways on his hands, his left leg clearly damaged. Then I woke up.
Why is this odd? I've not seen the friend since a week ago, but she friended me on FB, so I guess that's why she was in my brain. I can't explain the cell phone thing, and I don't know anyone with a Chevy Nova, much less one that's powder blue.
Maybe I should have gotten your_mother to order me some Simply Sleep!!!!
Dream #1 - I could clearly see a dark-headed man carrying a baby. I'm presuming the baby was a girl since the baby was all decked out in pink. I couldn't see the man's face, but my dream Me knew he was my husband.
Why is that odd? Mr. Jenkins has blond hair.
Dream #2 - I was eating at an IHOP in Gwinnett County with a friend of mine (her ID shall remain anonymous.) My cell phone rang - the ring tone was for someone specific, but the name on the screen wasn't theirs, and when I answered, the voice was Mr. Jenkins'. He was telling me he planned to save $50 a month until he had enough for "the ring." For some reason, my friend and I left IHOP while I was talking with him. We were at a traffic light, on what I think was Jimmy Carter Blvd, and I watched a man cross the street. A powder blue Chevy Nova was turning left and rather than yielding to the pedestrian, the driver gunned the motor and hit the man. I watched the car race off, the man fall and walk a ways on his hands, his left leg clearly damaged. Then I woke up.
Why is this odd? I've not seen the friend since a week ago, but she friended me on FB, so I guess that's why she was in my brain. I can't explain the cell phone thing, and I don't know anyone with a Chevy Nova, much less one that's powder blue.
Maybe I should have gotten your_mother to order me some Simply Sleep!!!!