Good Morning, Friends. :)
Last night I dreamt I knew Lamar Odom. In fact, he came to my house. (We were friends. --???) He had come to WA after winning tickets to the Puyallup Fair. Somehow he ended up at my house and in the course of his stay I found him outside washing my windows.
Two nights again I had a graphic and disturbing nightmare. I'll spare you the details on that one. When I told the Mr. about it he told me that a dream interpreter would have a hey day with me. I can't explain the nightmare but last night's dream is, to me, quite easily explained. My personal interpretation of my own madness goes like this:
Yesterday morning while eating my Frosted Mini Wheats and dazing out the window, I pondered my nightmare. I was brought back to reality as my eyes came into focus and I realized how desperately my dining room window needs washing. Yesterday afternoon on the radio, tickets to see Tim McGraw at the Puyallup Fair were being given away. (Anytime Tim McGraw is mentioned my antennas are up. Too bad Tim McGraw didn't come to my house...) Finally, last night while sewing BamBam's crib skirt, Keeping Up with the Kardashians was playing on TV. Hence Lamar Odom, the Puyallup Fair, and window washing. :)
From trippy nightmares to celebrities washing my windows, where has my Dreamland gone?! When did peaceful slumber become filled with break-ins and guilt trips of the household tasks that still need completing? Has anyone else's Dreamland gone south during pregnancy also?