I dreamed last night – all night – that we had tons of animals I had no prayer of even looking after and I kept coming across more. This must be my “unfinished crafts meets overwhelming need to care for everything” psychosis coming through my subconcious.
There was a cage of like 40 finches that was infested with worms – some of which were helpful and supposed to be there and some that were bad and I just couldn’t tell the difference. Then I opened a door that I knew I hadn’t opened in over a year (who has a room in their house they haven’t been in for a year?) and there was a gray cat who had clawed through the screen in the window and was really pissed off at being locked in a room for a year. He was all shaggy and stuff. I wanted to take care of him but my mom was behind me saying “you know you can’t handle any more animals. You’ve got to find him another home.”
I am NOT going to call my mom and tell her this either. Suddenly, the dream would mean that I have some sort of psychic or spiritual gift that I’ve locked away since we got the kids (cats symbolize power) and now that the adoption is over it wants a way to manifest itself in my life. Then the birds are messages and the worms… hell I forgot what the worms mean.
Unless it means “drink more coffee and eat cookies for breakfast” I’m chalking it up to having a sunburn on only one leg, this damn 3 day migraine (thank you again, Clomid!) and taking Advil PM.
I also dreamed that Shaun said he had to go on a business trip next week. I’m gonna have to see if that’s true or not. I also dreamed that I was visiting my doctor when two Men in Black showed up to talk to LJ about something he said in therapy the other night, so I probably dreamed all of it.
Note to self: stop smoking crack before bed.
Oh, and I fell off my hammock the other day and the pole went up my buttcrack. Who bruises their buttcrack? That’s just weird.