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elionwyrI think I mentioned a while back that I'd been having weird dreams - at least, I know I meant to write that.. *wry grin*
One of the most bizarre was that I was at an amusement park (a common theme in my dreamscape) and there was some sort of natural catastrophe - earthquake, volcano, something. I looked over and saw He Who Must Not Be Named, along with a bunch of other people; a crevice opened beneath them, and they fell inside.
I screamed (and for once, didn't scream in "real" life) and threw myself into the crevice as well, which was beginning to close up around them. The crack was filled with water, so I was clinging to the surface rocks with one hand and reaching below the water with the other, pulling people back up and throwing them to safety.
Yeah, Freud would have had a field day with that one.
I dreamt a lot about my ex this weekend. Which somehow makes me feel guilty, like I've been unfaithful, even though the dreams were not naughty. It was just.. weird. Trivial running-around-doing-stuff dreams.
Apparently too *much* running around, because I'm friggin' exhausted again today.
*sigh*
I did talk to Jason last night about what I was feeling. I think (hope?) it's just the Throes of Womanhood about to hit. He was wonderful (of course), if a little confused (can't blame him!)...and we're going to try to take time for us tonight (yay!).
One of the most bizarre was that I was at an amusement park (a common theme in my dreamscape) and there was some sort of natural catastrophe - earthquake, volcano, something. I looked over and saw He Who Must Not Be Named, along with a bunch of other people; a crevice opened beneath them, and they fell inside.
I screamed (and for once, didn't scream in "real" life) and threw myself into the crevice as well, which was beginning to close up around them. The crack was filled with water, so I was clinging to the surface rocks with one hand and reaching below the water with the other, pulling people back up and throwing them to safety.
Yeah, Freud would have had a field day with that one.
I dreamt a lot about my ex this weekend. Which somehow makes me feel guilty, like I've been unfaithful, even though the dreams were not naughty. It was just.. weird. Trivial running-around-doing-stuff dreams.
Apparently too *much* running around, because I'm friggin' exhausted again today.
*sigh*
I did talk to Jason last night about what I was feeling. I think (hope?) it's just the Throes of Womanhood about to hit. He was wonderful (of course), if a little confused (can't blame him!)...and we're going to try to take time for us tonight (yay!).
