Further Proof My Brain is Melting

So I had two emails this morning that asked me where I wound up finding my key. I was like “ha, can’t you people read?!” and then I went back and re-read what I wrote and I thought “wow, I really am a moron” because I never actually said where I found it. I more implied that it just sort of magically appeared back in my pocket, which is definitely not what happened.

What happened was in the middle of my moderate panic while I was tossing things around on my desk the key fell out of a notebook I carry around to meetings. It had somehow wound up wedged between some of the pages so when I just picked it up to check under it I didn’t see it. Not until I was flinging papers around like a crazy person did it fallout. Whoops! Lesson (sort of) learned!

So tonight I may actually go to the 9:30 soccer game. I’ve sort of been waffling about whether to go or not because the game is at 9:30 and if I didn’t go I could do something super fun at home. Like sleep.

Which reminds me. This morning I woke up at 4am because Layne was digging (for lack of a better word) on her bed. I think she was trying to make it more comfortable and fluff it up some, but it sounded like she was trying to dig a hole though the floor.

When I went back to sleep I had a dream that Nate broke his knee. I asked him if he wanted to call an ambulance or if he wanted for us to just drive to the emergency room (it’s really close to our house). He chose us driving so I helped him out to the car and into the passenger seat, but when I got into the car I was in the passenger seat and he was driving. On our way there I remembered he had a broken knee and I freaked out because what was he doing driving with a broken knee!? So I made him pull over and let me drive.


The Layne thing also reminds me of Poor Gouda who seems to be experiencing a sudden relapse of the digestion issues. I’ve put him back on the steroid for a couple of days to see if that will clear it up. I’m trying to avoid a trip to the vet’s office; he’s been doing so well! The timing kind of sucks because we were just getting ready to start a food challenge to try to get him back onto normal chow, off the low allergen stuff. It looks like that is not going to happen right now though!

Nightmares and Alarm Clocks

Last night I had a nightmare. I don’t remember it, I don’t remember anything about it, I just remember waking up and my heart was pounding and I was glad to be awake. I have strange dreams all the time but I don’t have actual nightmares very often.

It probably stems from the early wakeup call. Nate’s pager went off at 4:30 and scared the ever loving hell out of me. It sounded like an alarm, but I knew it wasn’t the alarm, I just didn’t know what it was. That really sucked.

Then I woke up at 5:15 and again at 5:35 before the alarm went off at 5:45. You know, sometimes I still have a lot of trouble realizing that I get up at 5:45 in the morning. Man that’s freaking early!

Hopefully I’ll sleep better tonight!

Sometimes I’m Almost an Idiot

Like this morning, when I almost left my purse at home when leaving for work. I was about to open my car when I realized it was missing.

And then sometimes I’m actually an idiot…

Like this morning, when I went back inside to get the purse, I left the front door cracked (since my purse was only 3 feet away on a hutch). I (wrongly) assumed that the cat (who has shown little interest in “outside”) with the psycho cat look on her face (you cat owners know what I’m talking about) would pose a threat, as she was currently scratching at the carpet on the front of the stairs (don’t tell Nate). So I grabbed my purse and when I turned around I saw her (aka psycho cat) dart out the front door (PANIC). I put all of my stuff down and crouched down to call her. She took one look at me and then ran to the end of the porch (MORE PANIC). I thought she was about to jump off and make a run for it but instead she turned around and bagged ass back into the house. I guess freedom was not all that she thought it would be!

Confiscated Dog Update: While I have seen car activity outside the house (which means I know people are home), I have not heard the dogs outside since Animal Control came by. That just means that they haven’t been back outside though.. I very rarely saw them outside at all, just heard them barking.. so pretty much I know nothing. Either they’ve been claimed and they’re just not stuck outside any more, or they haven’t been claimed and now hopefully they’ll have a chance at a good home.

Closet of my Dreams Update: Yeah.. the wood is still in my garage. Unpainted. Waiting for me to paint it. In my defense though, my dad is waiting until Nate will be home to do actual the work installing it, so my painting it wouldn’t do THAT much towards getting it put up. As long as I get it painted by this weekend. Did I mention how ridiculously excited I am about the new closet?? Very.Excited.

Strange Dream Update: (although not so much update, I can’t break the pattern!) Anyways.. last night I dreamed that I was trying to enroll in class to finish my math degree (I minored and considered going part time for a second degree, but decided against it around 4-5 years ago). All the courses on the list looked really hard and I didn’t really want to take any of them and I wasn’t sure why I was even there except I HAD to pick a class to take and I knew I would fail so it didn’t matter anyways. Stupid school.

Even My Nightmares are Strange

So far this week I have woken up laying on my stomach with my face kind of squished down into the pillow. Every.Day.This.Week. I always start out on my back or my side and frankly I’m not sure how I wind up on my stomach without noticing because I would have to do a full roll to wind up face down and how would that not wake me up!? (Ok, so maybe I am the most ridiculously sound sleeper I’ve ever met, but really..)

Anyways, the sleeping on my face has also led me to have some very strange dreams, which also leads me to wake up feeling confused and not at all rested and really disappointed that yes, that sound really is the alarm and no, I really can’t go back to sleep. Stupid jobs.

And of course as soon as I wake up I can’t remember my dreams.. except yesterday’s! Probably just because it was so strange. I mean really strange. I dreamed that Nate and I were looking for a new house and we had scheduled to see one that seemed really cool in the pictures so I got there to see the house (I’m not sure why he wasn’t there) and the house was kind of neat, but kind of awful. Like downstairs was cool, but upstairs there were steps to each bedroom and the bedrooms were more like lofts with no doors and only halfwalls and it was strange and awful and I hated it. Of course then the realtor told me that my house was sold and we had to be out in like 4 days and they told the people that we would buy this house and I was really upset because I hated that house and it was ugly and suddenly it was priced way out of our price range and how did that happen.

I mean I’ve had some strange dreams in my time, and some nightmares too, but I can honestly say I’ve never had a nightmare about homebuying.. not even when I was in the process of buying a home! I keep meaning to check my dream dictionary to see what this means (besides the fact that I’m slightly off balance).