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Cruel Car Dream...

Last night I ended up going to bed an hour earlier than I have been for the rest of the week. More rest = good, normally, especially as in general I tend to only function on about 5-6 hours a sleep a night. More or less I am somewhat of an insomniac. I can’t sleep unless I’m tired. If I try to do otherwise I just toss and turn and don’t fall asleep and get no rest at all.

I think more rest = dreaming mode. I haven’t had any dreams since the last ones I posted about – or if I did they were not significant enough to be remembered, but last night I had definitely had a dream.

More like nightmare, but not.

It was about the car.

Darrick was in it.

To be specific I was driving along in the car and Darrick was in the passenger seat. Not sure why he was with me, he just was. We were on our way to some function. I had to make a stop on the way. I nearly have a mishap with the car, parking it, but narrowly miss. Stop finished, we travel on to our final destination. I pull the car into the parking lot a bit too quickly and end up needing to spin in order to stop, and the car is pushed into a mesh fence. Blarg. Scraped all to hell. Paint missing. Other stuff missing. Blarg.

Obviously, since even in my dreams I realize it’s a brand new car, I’m upset. For some reason we call his mom who comes to help us out, do the report and what not with Darrick while I stress and fret over my hurt baby – the car. We were talking strategy for where to take it to get the paint job fixed.

That’s where I woke up.

Sometimes, dreams can be very cruel.


The moral? Don't ever try to go to bed early.



Nynrose - Lisa Christie
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