Someone shoot me. Certain dreams shouldn’t happen. Maybe I just need a lobotomy. Or a vacation … from life.
A certain person has a sort-of long time significant other, and they were in my dreams last night. Don’t worry. It wasn’t totally inappropriate. I was just taking a break, laying on their mattress, which was on the basement floor. And didn’t know it was their mattress. I thought it was mine. But when they figured out I was laying on it … total freak out and weird blushing ensued. Like excuse me. I could be your mom. You need to leave. NOW. And now I need to shower because I don’t know what’s on your mattress.
And now that I’m awake, I really do need a shower, because I feel so dirty right now, I could gouge my own brain out and rip off a few skin layers.
But back to the dream. I was at my parents’ house, helping them with spring cleaning. In the middle of all that, we were preparing the basement for a remodel so that it could be a living space for my daughter when she returned from college. What we didn’t know was she was bringing her boyfriend with her. But that’s fine because they’ve been together forever.
There’s not much else to the dream because I didn’t want to go back to sleep once I was awake. Besides, I was hungry, and my back was shot from sleeping on my stomach most of the night. Fun times.
Time for coffee.
And a much needed brain reset.