A few days ago I dreamed that nobody liked me and I was in trouble for something that I couldn't put my finger on. I keep dreaming that I can't run when I have to run because my legs are huge and heavy (hey, my legs are huge and heavy, omg) Last night I dreamed that I had twins and they were premature (I think I dreamed about twins because Beth said if she has twins she is going to name them Gargamel and Azreal), and because my babies were so early, I still had subbing jobs scheduled and I couldn't cancel them so I just had to leave the babies at home in their aquarium (???) for the whole day and then when I got home I didn't have any baby formula so I had to feed them salad dressing instead. Boy did they stink after a bottle of Ranch. I felt really bad about that. I also dreamed that I took a job at my old school in Litchfield and the superintendent, who was bald and middle-aged when I actually worked there in the nineties; in the dream had hair plugs that looked like some kind of shiny plastic that were super thick and started an inch above his eyebrows, and also, he refused to wear a shirt to work. That caused dream stress. So not only am I stressed in real life, I dream of being stressed out by hairy, half-dressed administrators that I haven't thought about in ten years.
But why am I mentally so stressed out? I can't really figure that one out. I don't have a stressful job, I have enough money, my marriage is not on any kind of rocks, my kids are fine, my Christmas shopping is almost done etc. etc. There is no reason (other than that I may possibly be going crazy) for me to be stressed out enough to have crazy dreams EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.
I googled "stressed out" to get a picture because Mitch says that posts with no pictures are lame, and along with the obligatory hair-pulling pictures, this came up:
It's apparently a baby wombat, but looks like a baby devil/Ed Asner with a rat head. Lest you think that this was some sort of anomaly on behalf of google images, I also found these:
Two more pictures of the horrifying devil/rat/wombat who is seemingly the poster-child for stress.
Guess what I'll be dreaming about tonite?