The Sickness Moves on to Mom
Now, I'm sick. Instead of boring you with how terrible I feel and whatnot, I decided to relate to you a few weird dreams I've had lately. It's been awhile since I've shared any of the concoctions my subconscious creates.
Dream #1: My brother Marion was in my kitchen with me. I hadn't seen him in awhile, so I asked where he'd been. He said that when we had that huge battle earlier that he had been eaten by a dinosaur, and he just now got back. He told me that he was fighting it and lost his sword, turned around and realized that it was too late for him. So instead of fighting back, he snapped a photo of the dinosaur with his phone which he showed to me. It was white with bubbly skin and really gross looking. He had spent all this time cutting his way out of the dinosaur. I was just like, "Oh, cool," like it was no big deal, and he was the same way.
Dream #2: I had a dream that Andrew and I were sleeping in my old room at my parents' house. We both woke up at 3am for whatever reason, and since we were both awake, we decided to, um, do what husbands and wives do. We hear the shower in the bathroom, and we're wondering why someone is showering in the middle of the night and kinda laugh b/c we know why... and then our door opens, and it's.... Andrew! In a towel! But I was already with Andrew in the bed! I jumped out of bed freaking out not knowing what to think and wondering who I was with. They both start trying to convince me that they're the real Andrew, but I'm so confused and feel guilty that maybe I had been with an imposter. I decide that the one I was with wasn't the real one b/c he was acting sly and had a smirk on his face and didn't seem to act like my Andrew at all.
I know there was another one that I was thinking of, and now I can't remember what it was. Alas.
Dream #1: My brother Marion was in my kitchen with me. I hadn't seen him in awhile, so I asked where he'd been. He said that when we had that huge battle earlier that he had been eaten by a dinosaur, and he just now got back. He told me that he was fighting it and lost his sword, turned around and realized that it was too late for him. So instead of fighting back, he snapped a photo of the dinosaur with his phone which he showed to me. It was white with bubbly skin and really gross looking. He had spent all this time cutting his way out of the dinosaur. I was just like, "Oh, cool," like it was no big deal, and he was the same way.
Dream #2: I had a dream that Andrew and I were sleeping in my old room at my parents' house. We both woke up at 3am for whatever reason, and since we were both awake, we decided to, um, do what husbands and wives do. We hear the shower in the bathroom, and we're wondering why someone is showering in the middle of the night and kinda laugh b/c we know why... and then our door opens, and it's.... Andrew! In a towel! But I was already with Andrew in the bed! I jumped out of bed freaking out not knowing what to think and wondering who I was with. They both start trying to convince me that they're the real Andrew, but I'm so confused and feel guilty that maybe I had been with an imposter. I decide that the one I was with wasn't the real one b/c he was acting sly and had a smirk on his face and didn't seem to act like my Andrew at all.
I know there was another one that I was thinking of, and now I can't remember what it was. Alas.