In the past I have noticed that if I eat something very chocolaty close to bedtime, I have strange dreams. So I am blaming last night’s dreams on this –
and, on BOSSY‘s post yesterday, which for some reason stuck with me.
So, the dream? BOSSY is at my house, only it’s not my house. She has made us a stop on her new Road Trip, but she didn’t tell me she was coming. It doesn’t matter, I am so excited that she picked us as a stop! But there’s a problem. I didn’t plan anything fun or interesting to do. I didn’t make enough food for dinner. All I have is a small roasted chicken and two carrots. I stuff a few piece of Romaine lettuce in the chicken. There’s an even bigger problem. I have a bunch of kids! They are mine in the dream, but they are not my real life kids. And there are a lot of them! How am I going to feed all of these people?! BOSSY eats, I guess she must have gotten a piece of carrot and a bite of chicken. The kids are running around like nuts. BOSSY gets her umbrella (?) and tells me she is going back to her camper for the night, but will be back in the morning. She is being so nice. I feel horrible. I didn’t even get a chance to talk to her, and she must be starving! End of dream.
Another, stranger dream begins. I won’t tell you about that one.
So I guess no more birthday cake before bed. But boy, does that cake look good this morning!
How about you? Have you had any silly birthday cake induced dreams?