Now don't be getting your panties all in a twist, this isn't another "adult" insight on my personal life. But man have I been busy lately at night. Dang shame I am unconscious during the fun.
A couple days ago I dreamt I was riding around on the back country roads where I grew up in a small hatch back car with Bill Murry and Chevy Chase. We are happy and having a great time until Chevy reclines the front seat he is sitting on, all the way back so he can make faces at me in the back. This irritates me so much I lose all it and yell while taking a swing at him.
I woke up sitting up in my bed swinging and yelling in the dark. Cat still won't sleep with me.
This weekend, on Saturday night while I was sitting in front of our country's founding fathers on trial, Thomas Jeffersons astrued wig caused me to laugh. I woke up in the sitting position breying and gafawing like a donkey. My Hubby who was up playing games in the computer room, heard the sound and came running into the room. "Who was that?", he asked, not reconizing that laugh ever coming out of me.
So I've taken up fighting and chortling in my slumber, I'm good with that. Long as I don't start walking around. The neihboors all know me in thses parts. My sister one summer became prone to rearranging furniture in the room we shared at night. "Heidi? What are you doing?, I asked her after being woken by the sound of a heavy object being dragged across the floor. "I can't find the light switch for the stairs", was her reply. Our bedroom was on the ground floor, no stairs anywhere near. "Let me help." Together we moved the heavy antique dresser with the mirror attached away from the wall into the center of the room. Second thought, that might be the way I get my boys to clean their rooms. Middle of the night scare tactics.
"ZZZZzzzzzz." "Mom what are you doing in here?" "ZZzzz must pick up garbage." "No Mom, I need those papers." "ZZzzz mumble.. into the trash...." " NO MOM- No- I will put it away, I will right now." "Chevy, you help too, or you are going to taste my zzzz fist".
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
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You know...that sounds like it could work. At the very least it would scare the crap out of the kids, which would be worth it. I lived through night terrors with them, afterall.
I've been having some weird dreams lately, too. Last night it was myself and my daughter moving hastily into an apartment. All I was worried about was renter's insurance. I have no idea what we did with the hubby and son. Perhaps that was why we were on the run?
I just dream about being normal.
And then I wake up screaming!
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