So I was in one of those states this morning when you wake up slightly, realize you're starting to wake up and turn over to go back to sleep. I started having this extremely out of this world dream. There was some way of going into different planes (You know, like dimensions) and I kept doing this. I'd be in one and look around, get bored or chased (Yes, chased) and I'd go into a different one. I ended up meeting people who I already know, except it wasn't them. (Obviously.) Every one of the people I knew looked right, but their voices were all different and their names were different.

I think I need to stop watching Dr. Who.

Why is it that every time I start remembering my dreams again the first one I remember has to be about a tornado?

I've been sick the last few days which I mentioned in my last personal post not long ago. This morning after getting the Little Lady on the bus I went back to bed, wrapped myself up in the flannel sheet, two comforters on the bed and then laid Honey's two pillows on top of me to boot. I also had on pajama pants, a tank top, a tshirt over the tank top (otherwise it would look silly) and my fluffy red robe.

Obviously I was attempting to overheat myself.

I laid half-asleep in bed for about 2 more hours wrapped up like this and had a very strange dream. For some reason, there wasn't anything (no dresser, no wall, no door) on the side I was facing, yet I was laying in bed exactly how I was and some strange things were going on. Such as I knew I had put the Little Lady on the bus, yet she was off riding in a bright red golf cart with her cousin, they were both scrunched in a 'backseat' and someone I didn't see was driving. For some reason Honey was driving a green pickup truck (it didn't look familiar) to somewhere on the property (which had completely changed in appearance through the non-existant wall) to check out some form of earthquake damage done to the ground.

Yes, very strange. No, I didn't discuss this with him.

After a few moments of 'viewing' this strange dream, I threw off the covers and got up. I had had enough of that. I hadn't even taken any medicine at this time, either. I figure the effects were of being slowly dehydrated by the blankets even though I drank some water the night before bed and having this oddball headcold that won't go away.

I hope you enjoyed my dream. Perhaps I'll see you in the next one. Laters.

What did you dream about last night? Me? I didn't dream about anything. Apparently, I didn't sleep either. Honey said I tossed and turned all night. I don't remember tossing and turning and I know I didn't dream because I'd have remembered something, even if it were completely vague or faded.

He got up this morning to work and I got up before him to get the Little Lady up for school. With me I took a comforter and a pillow to sack out on the couch while she got ready so I could walk her out. Due to an incident early in the school year, we choose to walk her to the end of the driveway. There is an automatic gate and you can't get in without a code or calling the main house. Someone pulled into the driveway while she was waiting for the bus and asked her to open the gate or give them the code. I think they wanted simply to turn around, but it isn't allowed. It's not a turnaround and people don't see the gate until they pull into the driveway. There's plenty of room to pull in and back out, but you can't see traffic when you are backing out.

Anyway, he got up a few minutes after I came out to the couch and after using the bathroom and making himself coffee decided that he could walk the child out and I should go ahead back to bed. This is when he told me I didn't get any sleep last night.

I stayed on the couch for awhile, but then I ended up going back to bed. This was probably around 730 this morning and I slept until almost 10. That three hours seriously helped me out though. I got the other half of the kitchen bleached and the floor swept. I did a load of dishes today and the kitchen looks almost nice. I still need to mop, but I am going to save that for tomorrow.

Alright, well I am off to do homework. Laters.

Every now and again I have this dream. I'm in school (high school - blech!) and I'm always looking for my locker. I know it's blue and there are several different colored lockers. One wall will be black while the wall opposite of it would be yellow, that sort of thing. But the colors are all over the place and the numbers on the lockers don't run quite correctly. I know my locker is blue and it's number is 661.

The dream I was having this morning left the building vandalized. Lockers were torn out, their contents sometimes left and sometimes taken. Anything recovered from the missing lockers was taken to the office (which turns out to be gigantic) and marked with the locker number it was in. The entire row of blue lockers except mine was torn out. I kept getting asked why mine wasn't bothered and people who asked me were so angry about it that they started thinking I was in on the vandalization of the school. I ignored everyone and simply went about my day and then woke up.

I have no idea what this dream means. Usually when I dream about school it's just me going to the locker, getting stuff and going to class and waking up. There's never been a huge change like this to the dream. There's only one person I recognize in the dream and I rarely see that person. I wonder if I'll find out in another dream sometime whether or not I was in on the vandalizing of the school.