So, the exterior of the building we live in is being painted. I did not know they would be painting yesterday and while all the blinds were open and I was vulnerably sitting alone in the living room, some guy climbed up a ladder and onto our balcony and freaked me out! But that's not the point of this story.
Well, the painters are all Hispanic which means they blast Mariachi music all day long. So, this morning while I was still sleeping the music was pumping right outside my window. Now, I blame my dream on the music, so please don't think I'm a weirdo. I dreamed about a chorus show that was all drag queens with red hair singing Mariachi music. That was a first. Once I woke up I realized that (no offense again...) Mariachi singers kind of sing with girly voices. Hence then dream.
Dreams are so funny! Have any of you had any funny ones lately?
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It's weird how dreams will put together one tiny piece of millions of different things to make one comprehensive, although bizarre, storyline. I can't think of any weird dreams right now. I'll keep thinking.
I hate dreams that arent good. I get frieked out when dreams are scary. I had a dream last night that I was in rush hour traffic and everyone was honking at me. Then I realized it was my alarm. HAHAHA
Oh, I remembered a dream! I have this recurrent dream where I have to sit on a toilet and go to the bathroom in a public place and it is horrifying. I must thinking using the restroom is very embarassing. I also have dreams where my life is this terrible mess or I did something terrible like committed a crime, and then I wake up and have to calm myself down and I am so glad for my real life as I remember I did not do those terrible things.
Hooray for blogs! Thanks for hooking me up with yours...plus all of the other people that I found linked to yours. Your little Jane is so cute! Say hi to Sarah for me check out my blog if you want. It is nothing to exciting but fun to keep up with people. Billie
I have a dream like Sarah, but there are no stalls and I have to go to the bathroom so bad...
I have a recurring nightmare that its like the last week of highschool and I have a calculus class that I have not attended... all year. And I have to convince the teacher to not fail me because I have children to feed.
Yikes.
I like your blog!
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