You know things aren’t going well when you dream you have a blinding migraine so bad you can’t open your eyes, you sink to the floor, put your head between your knees and cry.
And that Carrie*, Mike, and Eric were all in the dream and it just gets weirder. For some reason I was at their house visiting, without my own kids, but I think Shawn was there. Anyways some welfare guy came to the house to stay for a few days and was trying to cause problems and threatening to take Eric because the house wasn’t perfect. I kept trying to tell him that it wasn’t their fault, that I was supposed to be cleaning for them, (and no I don’t know why, though they may have been on vacation), but that I couldn’t because of the migraine. That’s when I sank to the floor and couldn’t even open my eyes or talk because the pain was so bad. There was also a brief moment when Carrie took me out to the garage to look for something and I found out she had an awesome muscle car that didn’t run. Then I woke up.
I don’t understand what the dream was about and it doesn’t really matter. But you don’t sleep well when you’re sick in your dreams. It was weird and so far an unrepeated event. I’m hoping it stays that way. The last thing I need is another recurring nightmare. I think the one I’ve had since I was about 8 should be enough for a lifetime.
You know, if I wrote that out it might actually be kinda funny for the kids to read. Though I get goose bumps even thinking about it. But not tonight I’m to pooped. I think I’m going to work on SAJ’s blanket some more before I hit the hay. It doesn’t require any real thinking.
*This is not the first dream I’ve had with Carrie in it. The last one was when she was pregnant with Eric. They are completely random and don’t tie into anything particular. They just happen. I am not a stalker, I promise, k.