I realize that almost no one enjoys hearing about someone else’s dreams. But, in my defense, anything else I would have to tell you today would be boring beyond belief. Not that this dream is entertaining, or even long enough to be considered a story. But it’s better than, “last night we packed up our kitchen.”
Over the weekend, I had a dream that I was pregnant. [Editor’s first note: No, I am not pregnant. No, it is not possible. Promise. No, I do not want to be pregnant at this moment. Stop asking.] Very pregnant, actually. Like 8 months pregnant. [Editor’s second note: I knew this in the dream way of knowing things; that’s just how it was.] However, I had almost no belly whatsoever. [Editor’s third note: Mostly like my current belly, which is squishier than it should be but would almost certainly not be considered a “bump” of any sort.] I was a bit concerned about this, and was pretty sure that something had gone horribly wrong with the baby.
And that was it.
Oh, did you want more?
A while back my car (in real life) started to make a noise. I’ll spare you the very non-descript, non-specific description of the noise, but suffice it to say, it was weird. We decided that I should take the car in (no, I haven’t had time for this yet – I’ve been a little busy). I had a dream where I took said car in to the repair shop, and the problem with the car, according to the repair man, was the bumper. [Editor’s fourth note: there is no way that this noise could actually be caused by the bumper, proving yet again that even in my dreams I know nothing about cars.] I don’t remember whether or not I believed him.
In non-dream news, tonight and tomorrow night are the last classes I have to go to for four months! And 48 hours from now, we’ll be busy signing crap-tons of documents selling away our house (and then 3 hours after that, signing crap-tons of documents buying the new one, fingers crossed). Nothing can be made in the kitchen anymore except hot water or meals involving the microwave. Oh, and cereal. There has been further drama with the washing machine replacement parts that is so unbelievably worth of “WTF?” and I won’t put you through it. Also, the filter in our water filtration system needs to be replaced. The light went on yesterday. Of course it did.