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The Wrong Side of the Bed

Last night I had the strangest dream.

No, really.

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.


I'm glad I'm not the only one out there that have strange dreams. Harry Potter could have something to do with it. I'm sorry bout the kinks in your body. Hopefully, you will feel better soon!
Anonymous said…
I always wondered if Robert Redford had a ramp, I will sleep better finally knowing the answer is yes.

I have to agree with the assessement above, Harry Potter combined with CAT would have a tendancy to generate colorful dreams. I bet some dreams from of she who is not named spilled over to you through the feet. Foot to stomach contact is the most effective way to join minds, way better than the old Vulcan mind meld.
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