Bad, BAD night’s sleep.
Having been up since 6AM in cold sweats, I had to wait until a reasonable hour to call someone to figure out why a dream involving a dirt pit and alphabet soup has me terrified.
Who has ridiculous nightmares that turn out to be supressed memories from their childhood? Me.
I will most likely never eat alphabet soup again. Okay, maybe I will. But I am sure as hell staying away from pits of any kind.
There There….
peach pits?
Poor thing … I have wacky dreams that I am sure must be rooted in something repressed as well. Many of them seemingly innocuous, but still leave me with an oddly disturbed feeling when I awake. “Why in the heck did I just dream that? And why is it upsetting me?” … that’s often my thought upon waking.
oh hell yeah. i can’t even begin to tell you the horribly mundane things that are absolutely terrifying. cheerios.