Last night I had a series of what I call "real" dreams. These are the types of dreams you have where you wake up and honestly believe that what you dreamt happened, because it felt so real.
Here were the weird things I dreamt:
That I decided to say hello to someone I haven't talked to in months because we were in the same place at the same time, and then all of a sudden we were in this tiff, and then I left.
That a kid I was babysitting had a pet lizardy thing that looked like a baby dinosaur that I found in one of a series of fish tanks. Oh, and I had to find a bucket to scoop out the little dead fish in all the tanks.
That one of my co-workers had figured out how to access one of my personal accounts (think Facebook or MySpace) and was warning me that my boss now could too.
I dreamt these things like they were real. Like baby dinosaur pets existed and that I was in the same place at the same time as someone I'd rather not see.
I have no idea what all of that means, but maybe it was an omen for the type of day I'm having right now. Maybe the thought of cleaning out fishtanks was what threw me over the edge to having to spend this afternoon on my couch, instead of at my desk. Or maybe I should stop walking around in the rain when I already have a sore throat.
I guess there are a lot of things I shouldn't do. Things that aren't possible or good. But how do I tell that to my dreams?
Love always, ~Heather