Each time I have sat down to write, I have known what I wanted to write about. It hasn't been the same topics every time. In fact the topic of this post has changed in each of the incarnations of it I have had in my head. It has gone from why I needed George time (which I have gotten plenty of this past week), to some of the crazy things that have been going on in my head (which I decided not to subject anyone to), to my recent bout with uber-insomnia (so much worse than normal that it isn't funny at all). Now, I think I will write about dreams and how much I hate them.
Some of you may have read my earlier post about my dreams. I don't usually dream, and when I do they tend to be meaningful. Yeah, so in that post, the second dream was about my future wife giving birth. When I wrote that post, I could have sworn I included a description. In fact, I have had two or three people say that they thought there was something about her appearance there, but there is nothing there about it. Quite eerie really.
Well, I have been having that same dream. . . well not the same. It has been slightly different. First off, my wife's face hasn't changed. In fact the first three times this week I had the dream I didn't see her face at all. Of course, then I talked to people about it and her face started being clear to me. It is the same face as the first time I had the dream . . . which some of you know the description of. By now, part of me is ready to just give in to the Freudian explanation of the whole situation and believe that it is all being caused by thoughts buried in my unconscious mind (and those who know my thoughts on psychology know how much I normally loathe the idea of Freud being right about anything other than defense mechanisms). As I said, a part of me wants to give in and believe that. Most of me keeps pointing out that my dreams have meant something in the past and this dream must mean something too.
Oddly enough, this isn't the only dream I have been having. I have been having it every night, but then I have also been having other dreams. Some of them are about past events. Others are about things that haven't happened with the same people as in the past event dreams. I don't know if my brain is just stuck on certain topics lately, but I am getting sick and tired of the few hours of sleep I have been getting the past couple days being plagued with dreams. I want my sleep to go back to normal. No more 8 hour nights of sleep (Friday and Saturday) and no more 2 hour nights of sleep (Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday) full of dreams. I want to go back to my 4-5 hour nights of sleep with no dreams (ok, very very infrequent dreams).
On an unrelated note, I am going to my Grandmother's for Thanksgiving. . . Lunch this afternoon. Hopefully I don't get food poisoning this year like I did last year. Couple the horrid food with the fact that I am going to be the only person there under the age of 65, and things should be rather fun. Wish me luck. I just hope I don't feel obligated to stay there too terribly long and not get home in time to enjoy my delicious steak. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get the pie I just baked out of the oven and let it cool for a while before putting it in the fridge and going to bed.
Eh, I guess I should throw in a quote or two. Both of these have been brought up or shared with people I have chatted with the past few days, so I guess I will just share them with everyone.
"We are all a little weird, and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." - Anon
"That's the nature of women not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not." - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
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