The instant I fell asleep, the crazy dreams started. My poor husband! I scared him to death when I reared up and yelled at him to "STOP PEDALING!!!" I woke up when he shouted something in alarm. Then I calmly explained to him what the problem was. The more we pedaled, the faster the pages would turn. If the page turned and we didn't get a stamp, we'd be in BIG trouble. Makes perfect sense, right? He says if I ever scare him like that again, I can go sleep in the garage. Humph.
Next, I dreamed that I was at my daughter's school. We were walking down the hall and saw a kid head-butt another kid, hard, in the chest, then take off running. When I yelled for the head-butting kid to stop, I got in trouble with the principal...for yelling.
The final weird dream of the night, that I remember at least, was a huge fight with my mother. She insisted I owed her money. A lot of money. We had taken a trip together somewhere a few months prior, and the airline had offered us $65 thousand in traveler's insurance for only $5. I took the deal, my mom didn't. All those months later, she was mad and said I now owed her half. Half of what? Nothing happened to us or our luggage, so we didn't collect any money. The airline made $5 off of me. She still, very angrily, kept insisting I pay her half! Ok, then.
Was the moon full last night? Nope, just the opposite. It was the new moon, so no moon at all. I do notice a theme, however. There was lots and lots of yelling. I am hoping that today is a much quieter day.
Hey, please make it clear that your mother never screams at you in real life!!
ReplyDeleteI think it is funny that you two are communicating via these comments. You do know you live under the same roof, don't you? :-)
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