Wednesday, October 19, 2011
I should have obeyed my alarm the first time
Then I would not have gone back to sleep and dreamed that I miraculously gave birth to a green-eyed little boy with a full head of sandy brown hair who was about four years old (by myself, with no assistance even though I was in the hospital). I managed to get him fully dressed before I realized I forgot to record the birth weight. Next thing I knew, I was bringing him home to my dilapidated VERY old 70s-decorated farm house with a dirty orange-blend shag carpet going up the treacherously steep stairs (with no handrail); as I ascended the stairs, they caved in. My feet had just touched down on the second level, so I thought we were safe. Then the entire second floor collapsed to the lower level, so I climbed into a bed on the first floor cradling my very large newborn toddler. My mom came to visit me. She sat across the bed in the place where I wanted my legs to go. I really wanted to get comfortable, but I didn't want her to leave or to make her feel bad, so I just made the best of a cramped situation. Then I woke up panicked about missing a morning deadline. Ack. Dreaming.