A couple nights ago, I had nightmares virtually all night. I don’t remember them. I do recall waking up needing to use the restroom, but being so freaked out by my dream that I was afraid to get out of bed. I must have been dreaming about monsters or something… or maybe I dreamed that I burnt the spaghetti, or that the Cowboys made the playoffs. Kidding… I don’t really know what that means. (Sorry, dear! J)
Last night, though, my dream was vivid, and I remember it well. My wonderful wife was driving me to the hospital, because it was time for my surgeries. I was so excited and happy. (I don’t even really know which surgeries I was heading for.) I woke up feeling a sense of joy and wellbeing. Then I realized that I had to go to work and not to get boobs. That was a bummer.
The dream left me feeling really good though.
I hope that everyone has a great weekend, and until next time, take care!