I've been having a ton of very vivid dreams lately and I think it's because of the pain meds. Last night I woke myself up apparently acting out part of my dream. In this one I was at a park and had a bag of clothes sitting on a picnic table. I guess I was going somewhere that night? Anyways, I had walked away for a few minutes and when I returned there was a little girl with pigtails going through my bag and tossing my clothes everywhere. I remember my pretty pair of red undies getting thrown into the dirt.
The mother of the child was about thirty feet away, and I was trying to get her attention to no avail. So I did the next logical thing... I reached out to grab the girl by one of her pigtails to get her to stop.
And that's when I woke up knocking over the glass of water on my nightstand. Somehow I managed to catch the glass, but not before about half of the water went all over my phone. I have no idea how that happened, but luckily my phone was unfazed.
I woke myself up talking out a dream the other night. I dream about work a lot. They're usually about me going back after all this, and everything's different or it's crazy busy.
Very strange.
singing of beautiful and impossible things,
of things that are lovely and that never happen,
of things that are not and that should be." -Oscar Wilde
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