Last night I had the strangest dream.
A hurricane, Will Smith, riding the outside of an elevator (during the hurricane), Robert Redford (well not in person, just his ramp), a minivan, a school track, some gross...stuff, and more! Much of which was very vibrant at the time but that I can't remember now. I think it might be one of those cases where the brain blocks traumatic experiences.
I also laid down wrong last night while reading my book (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince again if you wanted to know) and consequently I have a stitch in my shoulder - not to be confused with a chip on my shoulder. It only hurts when I breathe, move, talk, think, exist. I think that a small child (who I won't name but has the initials C A T) shoving her feet into my stomach for most of the night might have had an adverse affect too. I could be wrong though, it might have only impaired my attitude.
The up side to mornings like this: chances are things can only go up from here.