Dreams

I've always been a very vivid dreamer.

I think it runs in the family.

Dad was also a vivid dreamer.

Since getting pregnant and having a baby, my dreams have become even more clear.

You know, because I wake up in the middle of REM cycles all the time.

Or is it the non-REM cycle times when you dream?

Let's be honest, I really have no idea, I just wanted to sound smart.

Totally worked, didn't it?

Anyway, last night I had a dream that The Judy wanted all of us to visit her new man-friend at an assisted living facility - he'd just been fitted with a new, bionic hip.

When we got there the man was covered in poo.

Mom kept saying, "Oh, don't you think he's just wonderful?"

All I could think was, "No!  He's covered in poo!  Am I the only one who sees that??"

Then, Mom decided to move in with him.

Uh, he's still covered in poo and you're moving in together?

In reality, I really, really want my mom to be happy, but if she acquired a man-friend, I might have to throw up on him. 

Just on principle.

The next dream was that I'd been banned from Weight Watchers for life.

I went to a meeting and busted up the room because they were playing a card game instead of talking about losing weight.

Then, I started screaming at everyone saying, "You're never going to lose weight!  You're all idiots!  Weight Watchers is a crock of shit!"

Apparently my hidden anger and potty mouth are much more prevalent in dreams...