Crazy Dreams
Every once in a while, I go through little spells where I actually sleep. I know, it truly is an anomaly. Sleep, however, comes with a rather hefty price tag. When I finally do manage to nod off, the dreams come. Not your typical, run-of-the-mill talking dog type dreams either. I’m talking doozies. 2 nights ago, I dreamed that Kevin was having an affair, and then he left me, and it freaked me out the whole next day. He thought I’d lost what’s left of my mind when I told him. Then last night, not too long after the blissful waves of slumber washed over me, I dreamed I ran a Dude Ranch. I don’t like horses. I don’t like Dudes. I don’t particularly care for “ranches”. But there I was, supervising barrel races and cattle round-ups. A renegade goat started chasing me, and I woke up in a cold sweat. What the hell is wrong with me?
I did a little research, and learned that my subconscious is trying to tell me…..absolutely nothing.
So thanks, but no thanks. I think I’ll stay up and check out the infomercials tonight. I hear that the Home Shopping Channel has some killer deals.
