The dreams of youth
I am awake because I had a nightmare. It's been a stressful couple of weeks at work - my team has more than doubled in size in both full time and contingent staff due to a recent reorg, my area of responsibility has expanded considerably, and what with Tim working late most of the week of the 4th, and Bobbin fighting recurring ear infections, it's also been a tad stressful at home. And when I stress, I get nightmares. Tonight's nightmare found me driving in the passenger seat of a bright red convertible speeding down some desert highway with Paris Hilton at the wheel. She was giving me career advice. And I was listening. I remember at a distinct point in the dream, I thought to myself "I have hit an all time low". I'm not entirely sure if that was my subconcious making commentary on my dream material, or if my dream-me was acknowledging that if I was sitting there taking career advice from the ultimate career party girl, it must mean my professional life had hit rock bottom.
But as I lay awake in bed awake preoccupied with self analysis, I heard Bobbin through the baby monitor having a dream of her own. "Patty cake?" she called out excitedly. And then the sound of clapping hands, followed by a giggle, followed immediately by the sounds of her snoring. A rousing game of patty cake. Now that's something I'd much rather dream about!
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