Last weekend we went to Houston to pick up some of the stuff at my apartment. We spent Friday night at the apartment and Saturday took a few large items that we won't need anymore now that we live in the same house to Waco to my sister's for a garage sale. We spent Saturday night in Waco at my in-laws house and came home Sunday.
The bed at the apartment is a queen bed. For normal people this would be just fine. However, I never claimed to be normal. We have a king bed at home, and our little mutt sleeps with us. We're also 5'11" and 6'6". So, when we sleep on the queen bed I usually end up with about 4 inches of bed space on which to sleep by morning, because little mutt tends to take up much more room than a 15 pound mutt should, and mister-long-legs likes to sleep with his knees bent. Therefore, I did not sleep well Friday night. I almost fell off the bed on several occassions.
As I said, Saturday night we slept at his folks house. When we are in Waco Casey, our mutt, spends the night at my sister's house because his parents have cats that aren't used to dogs. So, even though we had a queen bed there I didn't have the dog. We had a heck of a lot more room. However, their bed used to be a cement block. I'm sure of it. If you sleep on your stomach (which I can't do well these days anyway) your boobs squish and they hurt by morning. Sleeping on your side makes your arm fall asleep, and sleeping on your back feels like you are standing at attention. So, I didn't sleep well then, either.
Which brings me to the subject of this post. I slept VERY well in my own bed last night. So well, in fact, that I had a dream. When I dream, it isn't the usual quick, boring dream about being naked in class or losing my teeth. Oh, no. My dreams are twisted, demented, and would give Stephen King a run for his money.
Last night I had a dream that I was a spy for the United States in Cuba. I dreamed that a family with 8 kids let me stay with them while I was there, but they only had a bed the size of a crib mattress for me to sleep on. So, I opted to sleep on the floor, which was nasty and dirty and had rat feces. I dreamed that my sister came down as my spy partner and we had to be careful because every square inch of inside of buildings were bugged, so we had to sneak outside to talk about the spy stuff. And there was a gay couple who were neighbors that were in on the whole thing and would give me insider information. Oh, I could give you details...what the houses looked like and the people. And weird things happen in my dream, like I was outside by a pool (yea, I'm sure lots of peopole have nice pools in Cuba) talking to my sister about the information and two girls were swimming and one started drowning and I had to save her but couldn't. Things got a LOT weirder, too, but I'm afraid if I tell you you'll send men in white suits with a straight jacket to come and take me away. And I'm even more afraid to tell you I have these kinds of dreams ALL THE TIME.
Who needs to spend $8 for a movie when I get this entertainment while sleeping?
Question: Tell about a weird or impressive dream you've had.
7 comments:
Ooh my dreams are so bizarre that I used to write the plotlines down in a notebook so I wouldn't forget them! (So don't fear, you're not the only weirdo).
I remember one where I was in an action movie, lots of car chases, and I had to leap off this cliff to escape the baddies.... hurtling towards the ground, then of course SWOOP I started flying...Yay, I can fly!!
I have weird dreams but only when I sleep on my back for some reason. I recently posted about a dream in my blog where I was riding around town on a Uni cycle. Weird, weird, weird.
I found it funny about the bed thing, hubby and I are just the opposite, he is 5'4" and I am 5' tall, we have a queen size bed, but I'm always squished into a 4 inch space.
When I was a kid I had a recurring dream that while supermarket shopping with my father, the frozen food section which we were beside suddenly caught fire. I wonder what that meant...
I too have the strangest dreams, most I forget but every now and then you remember a real beauty.
My goodness, how do you get any rest with all that action in your dreams??
My dreams never make any kind of sense and I almost always forget them after I'm awake for a while.
I have a recurring dream about the first house we lived in when we got married. I just adored that little house, I guess I really miss it. :)
In my dreams I am normal. If I could just reverse my dream and awake states life would be perfect.
I honestly could not pick just one dream, I have had so many bizarre ones.
I loved having dreams about babies when I was pregnant. I had a great one when I was preggers with #2 that I had quadruplets and I delivered them all myself in my bedroom. Then I picked them up, and showed them to a big crowd of people who were outside by holding them up to my kitchen window.
When I was an adolescent I dreamt that I gave birth to my teddy bear. I have weirdweirdweirdweirdweird dreams that I only remember for about five minutes after I wake - then they're gone.
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