Some people say that dreams give you a window into your subconscious. If that’s true I’m starting to wonder what kind of person I really am. I like to think of myself kind and good-natured. I’m the kind of person who’d pick up a struggling worm on the sidewalk and return him to the dirt.
In my dreams I’m someone completely different though. I’m the person who steps on the worm on the sidewalk or steals the puppy you left tied up outside when you popped into the store for a few minutes. Yeah, that’s the dream me and it’s about time I admit it.
Just last night I had a dream that my husband and I went on a road trip with our six small children. I wanted to stop to eat lunch at a nice restaurant. My husband insisted that we couldn’t afford to feed all eight of us in a nice restaurant. Than the dream me came up a brilliant solution to the problem.
“How about I go to the restaurant and you can all wait for me in the hot car?” I suggested.
My husband who is very agreeable in my dreams agreed. So we went to Sizzlers (when you’re looking for a nice restaurant Sizzlers is always the first one that comes to mind).
I paid $17 for a salad and a slice of apple pie. While I ate it, I watched through the window as my husband struggle to keep the kids under control in the parking lot.
Who does something like that? The dream me, that’s who. I’m just warning you in case you ever run into me in your dreams. Chances are you will. I realize that once you reach my level of popularity that you make guest appearances in most people’s dreams.
Note: I did a guest post on Thoughts from Paris yesterday. Check it out here.
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