It's been a week of crazy dreams. I came back to a slammed work week, putting in 13-15 hour days. So busy!! Today, I finally crashed and came back home for a 3 hour nap! But, the dreams, oh the dreams have been so bad! Crazy ones.
Here is the list of this week's attack of the subconscious (is that the correct spelling or is it conscience??)
- A rich friend (faceless of course) gave me a restaurant. It was a high end fancy restaurant and I was named the sole owner. Needed a manager, so naturally, I hired my friend Brandon to run the restaurant. But, I couldn't let my control freak nature go, and I was sticking my nose in the business. The dream ended with Debbie and I screaming at each other with her yelling to "get the hell out of the kitchen!" Sorry, Brandon and Deb, I don't think we should go into business together anytime soon!! Weird dream!
- Last night's dream was the attacker. As I said, it's a reoccuring theme in my slumber. This time, it woke me in the night and I couldn't fall back asleep. Andrew had to hold me at 3:30am to help me feel comfortable. Every time I fell asleep, I saw the image of this man. Of course, once Andrew comforted me, I finally fell asleep. This time, the image of the attacker turned into a fat man that Andrew and I were punching to get out of our house. We kicked the guy's ass too!!
And finally--my mom guilt dream---
Tylenol PM, here I come!!