binary girl: the secret blog



silly kiddos, weird dreams.

June 25th, 2013 at 13:45

I had to be at work at 7am this morning. When I know I need to be somewhere early, I tend to sleep lightly.

At around 2, Ash got on the bed with me and was poking me. He is the kind of pup who likes to “tattle”, but in the middle of the night, I mistook this for him wanting under the covers, and ushered him there. Then I heard a noise… that I thought was Nicky at the foot of the bed on the floor, except whatever this was was moving around way too much. I finally got up and found Katie on the floor, trying to pull the duvet that was hanging off the foot of the bed over herself as a cover. (This morning she confessed that she’s done this more than once.) I decided she could sleep with us instead, and got her into bed next to me and asleep.

Then I had a dream inspired by Doctor Who, where my husband, parents, kids, and I were all being held hostage by essentially Daleks. In the dream I realized that overheating them would cause them to short, so I closed all the windows and turned off all the fans and then was acting ridiculously in order to distract them until they powered down, when I suddenly felt a breeze, and went downstairs to find that my mom had opened everything and turned on the fans because she was “too hot”. At which point, my dream turned into a “I’m divorcing all of you” dream, where I spent the dream packing Katie and Max in my van and taking stuff out of the garage for them to bring with us while Katie cried. (Stuff in my dream that I took included the trail-a-bike, a mountain bike, my bike, etc.)

I woke because Max was crying in his room, “I don’t want to wear that on my head! Aw, man!” Because when Max is slightly perturbed (irl) right now, he does the “Aw, man!” Sniper thing from Dora. Which we never watch.

I don’t even know.

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