I was just complaining the other day about how much I hadn't been remembering my dreams.
Last night was so weird, I have to write about it:
The first dream involved my pastor cutting short his church service due to a family emergency but then coming back later on and getting mad at one member of the congregation for not doing charitable works. "But I love cooking for children," she whined. "But you're not doing it with LOVE," he replied.
I also dreamed that my husband was selling off his publishing company, plus a game about a dragon that he had dedicated to me, to Wizards of the Coast.
Also dreamed about traveling around the world in a boat and being shot at. I'm sure that was related to episode 2 of the Grand Tour.
Finally, dreamed about Jeremy Clarkson fucking a guy (not James or Richard) with a huge dildo. The guy's body was transparent and I could see everything. Ugghhh.
And on top of that I had a panic attack between 1:15 and 2:00 AM, probably brought on by way too much Thanksgiving coffee and sugar and general stress. Think I'll have to knock off caffeine for the time being.