...because it's too long for a status update on FB, and I don't know how to make notes there.
for the last couple of nights I've had these dreams (yea, that's right, I'mma tell you bout my dreams now, sosorry, need to purge) where I'm in an airport, and there are all these people I know, and some of whom I don't, all posing these distracting situations, and I have GOT to catch my plane. Like DESPERATELY trying to. They usually succeeed in distracting me because the situations are either totally bizarre or something that requires my immediate attention (like when no one was watching my kids run amuck). ...but at the last minute I realize I'm supposed to be catching an important flight, and get to the gate just in time to hop on. Here's the thing; I HATE flying. Absolutley terrified of it. So, the whole dream I'm fighting so hard to concentrate on getting myself to this goal that scares the crap out of me.
Well done, brain. You win at metaphors.
Well done, brain. You win at metaphors.