Dreams
A few nights ago I woke B up at who knows what time to tell him that if we ever get another dog we have to get a Yorkie because I've got the perfect name for it.
Later that same night I woke up laughing and had to tell him what the name actually was. Pippin. His "official fancy name" would be Peregrin Fool of a Took. We'd shorten it to Pip.
Get it?
Because it's a small creature from the 'Shire.
Even retelling it now it's hard not to laugh. Unconscious Morgan is Hilarious!
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Last night I had a couple of very stressful dreams.
In one I remember very little except that I got the mail and there were packages from Amazon. In one of the boxes was what looked like a dustpan and solid broom (instead of bristles). It was a poop scooper. I was PISSED because it was not the one I ordered. I was so mad that Brad had changed to this one from the one I wanted even though this one had better ratings it isn't what I wanted. Completely irrationally angry. Over a doggie doo scooper.
***
Another dream had us moving. We were either moving from the last house to this one or moving back from here. Trying to get all of our things packed up wasn't working. We had too much stuff. We left the black couch in the middle of a park. There were boxes or random things left along streets between here and there. At one point I asked if I could just let a bunch of flyers out of a plane to tell people everything was free if they wanted to take it home.
This switched to my Grandma and Grandpa's basement (seriously the only house I ever dream of and I'm there a LOT). We were running out of time to get everything out before we had to hand over the keys. I was crazy worried because I didn't understand what would happen to the things Grandma had stored in the scary dark hallway of the envelope house (can't explain it). It wasn't until I finally got ahold of my Aunt Sandy that someone could calm me down. The house was just being rented so Grandma's things were allowed to be there and would be locked off and safe. ... so we put a bed in there with her things so we didn't have to throw it away.
I woke up with one of the more painful jaw aches. I'm glad I had my mouth guard in because one of these days I'm going to crack a molar. Even with it in my jaw is messed up. It isn't locked so I'm fine but ouch.
*** 3/26
Last night I dreamt I was having a baby and Nikki W. was my midwife. She was staying overnight because it was pretty likely that I'd go into labor any moment. The birth pool was set up in the conservatory and she was napping on the bed in there. I wandered out to the back yard to stare at the moon and stars. B and Z were both sleeping in their rooms. Contractions started coming faster and faster, water broke and I couldn't get back to the house. Nikki woke up and came out to check on me to find me squatting in the garden with a baby wrapped in my shirt. I was staring at the stars trying to remember the name of the constellations and planets so I knew what to name the baby.
*** 3/27
I'm so terrified of getting Shingles again. I've got a spot on my right shoulder blade that feels kind of like rug burn but very specifically in one tiny spot. Of course dreams all last night were of the rash that shows up and the blisters and the pain. After I woke up I did all sorts of contortions so I could visibly confirm that I do not have them in real life. Seriously, if you're allowed, get the damn vaccine.
*** 3/30
An epic love in a war ravaged area: bombs falling, fire, smoke, death. Friends and families separated. A baby being born and the struggle to find an escape. Man being shot as the woman and baby board a boat. Tear filed goodbyes followed by silence and the stillness of a single boat drifting out to sea.
... and this is why I love to sleep. Dreams are amazing.
Later that same night I woke up laughing and had to tell him what the name actually was. Pippin. His "official fancy name" would be Peregrin Fool of a Took. We'd shorten it to Pip.
Get it?
Because it's a small creature from the 'Shire.
Even retelling it now it's hard not to laugh. Unconscious Morgan is Hilarious!
***
Last night I had a couple of very stressful dreams.
In one I remember very little except that I got the mail and there were packages from Amazon. In one of the boxes was what looked like a dustpan and solid broom (instead of bristles). It was a poop scooper. I was PISSED because it was not the one I ordered. I was so mad that Brad had changed to this one from the one I wanted even though this one had better ratings it isn't what I wanted. Completely irrationally angry. Over a doggie doo scooper.
***
Another dream had us moving. We were either moving from the last house to this one or moving back from here. Trying to get all of our things packed up wasn't working. We had too much stuff. We left the black couch in the middle of a park. There were boxes or random things left along streets between here and there. At one point I asked if I could just let a bunch of flyers out of a plane to tell people everything was free if they wanted to take it home.
This switched to my Grandma and Grandpa's basement (seriously the only house I ever dream of and I'm there a LOT). We were running out of time to get everything out before we had to hand over the keys. I was crazy worried because I didn't understand what would happen to the things Grandma had stored in the scary dark hallway of the envelope house (can't explain it). It wasn't until I finally got ahold of my Aunt Sandy that someone could calm me down. The house was just being rented so Grandma's things were allowed to be there and would be locked off and safe. ... so we put a bed in there with her things so we didn't have to throw it away.
I woke up with one of the more painful jaw aches. I'm glad I had my mouth guard in because one of these days I'm going to crack a molar. Even with it in my jaw is messed up. It isn't locked so I'm fine but ouch.
*** 3/26
Last night I dreamt I was having a baby and Nikki W. was my midwife. She was staying overnight because it was pretty likely that I'd go into labor any moment. The birth pool was set up in the conservatory and she was napping on the bed in there. I wandered out to the back yard to stare at the moon and stars. B and Z were both sleeping in their rooms. Contractions started coming faster and faster, water broke and I couldn't get back to the house. Nikki woke up and came out to check on me to find me squatting in the garden with a baby wrapped in my shirt. I was staring at the stars trying to remember the name of the constellations and planets so I knew what to name the baby.
*** 3/27
I'm so terrified of getting Shingles again. I've got a spot on my right shoulder blade that feels kind of like rug burn but very specifically in one tiny spot. Of course dreams all last night were of the rash that shows up and the blisters and the pain. After I woke up I did all sorts of contortions so I could visibly confirm that I do not have them in real life. Seriously, if you're allowed, get the damn vaccine.
*** 3/30
An epic love in a war ravaged area: bombs falling, fire, smoke, death. Friends and families separated. A baby being born and the struggle to find an escape. Man being shot as the woman and baby board a boat. Tear filed goodbyes followed by silence and the stillness of a single boat drifting out to sea.
... and this is why I love to sleep. Dreams are amazing.