I went to bed at 2:30am this morning, and I could not for the life of me drop off to sleep. I was wide awake, and my mind was racing at a mile a minute! I tossed and turned for the longest time, and I was going to play Scrabble on my iPad to quiet my mind down, but then both Hershey and Rascal got on the bed and pinned me down. I couldn't move, so I couldn't toss or turn or fret!
Soon, I fell asleep and had the oddest dream. TV vampires (Angel, Spike, Bill, and Eric) and the TV cops from Law & Order SVU were helping me track down a serial murderer/rapist villain. All I can remember from the dream is the feeling of being very excited, adrenaline pumping through my veins, as I ran, jumped, and wrestled.
I can usually figure out what my dreams mean, but this one has me stumped. Nothing terrible happened yesterday to infuriate me. I didn't watch any shows about vampires, cops, or blood and gore. I had a nice relaxing treatment from Anita, my osteopath. The picture I painted was so benign it's ridiculous: my mother tending her garden. I watched Over Forty, a Brit-com with both Hugh Laurie and Benedict Cumberbatch in it. (If Johnny Depp had also been in it also, I would have been in heaven!)
Is my subconscious mind telling me that I secretly desire to have wild adventures with hot men? (Well, like duh, subconscious! Of course I do!) Is my subconscious sniggering behind my back because I get such joy out of getting things done and getting things organized? Well, so what! These things may not be exciting, but they make me happy and feel content.
Adventures with hot men will come later ...!