More anxiety dreams?
I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately. I don’t know what’s going on with my brain, but it’s like something unlocked, and it’s going to town on the dreamfront. Last night, I had a dream that Jim and I had a large, ranch-style house with many doors. We were sitting at the table, figuring out expenses for our wedding. In the dream, the size of the wedding had grown, and so had the price, especially since we planned on paying for everyone’s hotel rooms.
Thank god we don’t plan on any of this–you know, many people or motels or anything like that.
Anyway, Jim left through the door to get something. I followed him, setting a big box of soda down as I did. Don’t ask me where the soda came from. So we went outside, went through another door to another section of the house, went back outside, and then started back through the original door that lead to the dining room. Unfortunately, I had very stupidly left the soda box right in the doorway, and Jim tripped over it. And he hurt himself–bad. He started screaming.
The weird thing? I woke up at this part, and I could still hear him screaming. But there he was next to me, in real life, sleeping peacefully.
Jim thinks the audio thing is kind of weird–you know, how I could actually hear it while I was awake. Is this uncommon? I didn’t think it was.
Anyway, as usual, I’m about to head out to work. At least it’s Friday. I’m even more anxious than usual to get home tonight because Jim claims that he’s got a surprise for me, that it’s got to be tonight (maybe that’s why he insisted on cancelling game?), and–interestingly enough–it’s not related to my birthday.
Gotta say: I’m curious.
