Been a while. I have been working on Hafla stuff. And website stuff. And seminar stuff. And birthday party stuff.
You ever have those wierd times when there is something big coming your way out of left field and you don't know what it is but your dreams get really fuckered up? Well I have been having that. I dreamed on wed. night that the hall double booked for our hafla.....us up against a square dancing ho down. Imagine that, bellydancers vs. grannies in tulle slips. *shudder* We won, but there was bedlah spilled, oh yes there was. Mel was vending tribal stuff against a bluhaire with polkadot skirts. My dancers will so get this image....I woke feeling, distraught.
Fast forward to yesterday afternoon. I was just beat for some reason and I decided to lie down while Nadia took her nap. Durring that sequence I came home in the dream after going to class only to find that our home was now an industrial building. Maybe kinda cool with a lot of work.....but I digress. I enter the first floor and there is a long open room, kind of like a hallway but about 6 ft. wide. Walking down the hall on the left there are doors. I see a little zombie child tearing apart a finger in one of the door ways. It says nothing to me, just looks with empty eyes. Then I keep walking down the hall and come to an industrial elevator. What do you do at an elevator? Get on and ride! So I do. The next floor is more children eating more body parts, which I realize in horror belong to my husband. I flee the building and cannot find my own children and realize that they are among the zombie kids. Then I woke up and made my husband promise not to get eaten my zombie babies while I was at class. He held up his end of the bargin lastnight. I also texted Kate and asked if Griffin was here yet. He's not. So far so good.
Then I get to sleep lastnight. About 1:00 a.m. I woke up in a cold sweat scared out of my mind convinced that we were not alone in our bedroom. I have that feeling every once in a while and I hate it. I think that most people experience this feeling from time to time. Maybe it is something left over from our cave days, I don't know. So anyway I go back to sleep about 2 a.m. and fade in and out all morning. Not a great way to start the day.
After I get up for the day and get coffee I sit at the compuer and check e-mail, make sure our website all of that fun shit.
I thought all this strange dream business was being brought on by the hafla and Griffin's impending arrival. Until I loged on to facebook this morning and there was a mesage from someone who fell out of my life years ago. Sent at 1:30 a.m. this morning. Welcome back tim, you always did come around with a vengance old friend.