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I dont really know where I am going with this, but at this point in time I am glad that my daughter has the funny farm on speed dial.
Yes, I aspire to be the crazy lady on the block and have taken measures to start that process but in the meantime I think I am losing my mind before I am ready too.
I have been having really bizarre dreams. Not nightmares in the sense that they scare me, but weird-ass dreams. I have ordered a book on analazing dreams, but I am pretty sure that these dreams wont be in there.
I am not on medication, so I cant chalk it up to that. I know I have an overactive imagination, every teacher from first grade thru highschool has marked that on my report cards. So maybe it is lack of sleep but I am not sure.
I have dreamt that I sent my daughter to boot camp. I have dreamt that one of my old bosses was laying on the floor of my living room watching the Hawks game in her pajamas. I have dreamt that I had a baby in a stroller attached to a motorcycle on a rally. I have dreamt that I had a pond in the backyard with a waterfall of coffee. I have dreamt that I took my 2 siberian huskies on a canoe trip down the river. I have dreamt that my neighbor (Mr Green Jeans) ripped up my entire back yard and planted flowers and expected ME to weed them. And last night I dreamt that my husband came back from the dead to remind me to take the garbage out !
Now out of all those dreams, not one of them makes sense. My daughter is amazing, my old boss hated the Hawks, I cant have a baby and I dont have a motorcycle, I hate coffee, and seriously 2 siberian huskys on a canoe? I cant even walk the both of them at the same time! Mr Green Jeans does not like me and would never think of planting flowers. And as far as my husband coming back to remind me to take out the garbage, he never knew what day garbage day was!
I have to admit I woke up pissed off this morning that my husband came back to me and that is what he had to say. Although I still maintain that taking the garbage out is the most romantic thing a man can do for a woman. That is not what I wanted to hear. I would have liked to hear I love you, or great job honey or I miss you.
After telling my daughter about my dreams because she is into all that dream weaving, spirit chasing, ghost busting stuff, she calmly scrolled through her phone and showed me a number and its tag.
"The Funny Farm" 1-847-xxx-xxxx.
"I still have it on speed dial Mom" She said with just a hint of glee in her voice.
Hmmmmmm, maybe I shouldnt tell her about my dreams anymore?