Wedding Bells...

To say that sleep has been, well, very much an absent thing in my life...well that is the understatement of the century! And with a lack of sleep, my dreams become more frequent, and vivid. This I know, from years and years of sleeping issues...

This has lead to me dreaming about marriage. A LOT lately! I don't know why. It's not like I'm planning on walking down the aisle anytime soon. There is no one in the picture. And well, it's just not an important aspect of my life at the moment.

But that has not stopped my dreams...



Last night, or more correctly, early this morning, I dreamt up my wedding. Not a first. And unfortunately, probably not a last. But it was actually pretty hilarious. That much, I'll admit. Especially since, well this time, I saw the "groom's" face. It was an old family friend. What?!?!?!

There you go. I had this amazingly detailed dream. Dress, Cowboy boots, groom, family, friends, musicians, food, music, venue, flowers, rings, a groom (I usually don't ever see a groom) and a priest...all present. An old co-worker of mine was there to assist me. Because I was somehow lost. And looking for my groom.

In the end, I was married. Joined an amazing family. Finally had a partner in life. And well, it seemed like we really enjoyed our wedding. You know, with his momma's great cooking. Because ya, in real life, she's an amazing cook! Obviously, my mind was thinking about food at 3AM! :) It's just funny how vivid and detailed this little 'ol dream was. ♫

Weird Dreams

I've been having the most insane dreams for weeks now. And because I'm not feeling well, I think they're becoming more insane. I finally fell asleep sometime before 10AM. I know J is trying to be quiet. Which is insane. This is his house. And it's ginormous! He could have a party on one side, and I'd never hear a thing!

Anyway, I got about 2 hours worth of sleep. And I woke up, suddenly, and completely sweaty. Ugh! But the dream was so weird. We'll just say it was about a guy we'll call "Cowboy."

I was a teacher. In a school downtown. Where? I have no clue. Maybe my hometown? I lived in a apartment building about 2-3 blocks from the school. Because I would walk to work every day. My apartment was small. A typical "city" apartment. And my parents lived across the street from me. In a ginormous penthouse apartment.

So here I am, going to work. I'm teaching little kids. Maybe 1st graders? And I really like my job. Then boom! I'm 9 months pregnant. And I'm married to "Cowboy."

*So I know this person in real life. But we're not close. We know each other because of other people. We've maybe talked briefly, twice in the last 2 years.*

Anyway, we're married. And happy. In our little apartment. He has some kind of good job, because he has to wear a suit to work every single day. So at this point, I'm not working. But I get up early to iron his clothes and make him breakfast. Hello! 1950's housewife at your service. :)

On this one particular day, he doesn't want to go to work. But I insist. I'm OK. The baby is not coming anytime soon. And I make plans to go shopping with my Mom and my Auntie. Completely out there. Since I haven't seen my Auntie in months! I know, we talked briefly last week. But we've never done anything like this.

Somehow, we end up at my favorite Mexican restaurant. Um, that's a good hour from where I live. But we end up there. And we have this delicious meal. And I go into labor. Somehow my Cowboy husband makes it on time for the birth of our baby. We had a girl. And when we go home a few days later, we live in the middle of the nearby mountains.

It's beautiful. The house is ginormous. And it's so peaceful. Everything is perfect. All the things I have been dreaming about doing to my own house, this house had. It was such a weird dream. I woke up when we put our little girl to sleep.

It was such a weird dream. But I've been having lots of dreams recently about pregnancy. Is my body screaming at me? Telling me that the clock is ticking? I don't know. But um, it ain't happening anytime soon.

I'm not feeling any better from my earlier post. In fact, I know have bright red cheeks. And I feel so hot. But I don't have a temperature. And, I feel a lot weaker. I think I'm just going to stay here. In this nice white and comfy bed. I also feel safer. Knowing that someone is here. Because I'm still having issues breathing. I know, I should go to the doctor already... ♫