Dreams. Funny things, they are.
Two nights ago, I dreamed that I had this baby in like 10 minutes flat. It went so quickly that Derek decided, "If you can birth a baby that fast, then I can go to work." And off to work he went. I had to clean up after myself! NOT COOL!
Not too sure WHAT to interpret out of that one. WEIRD. WEIRD I say.
Then last night (or actually in the wee hours of the morning while I laid there waiting for someone to wake up, I drifted off again, and dreamed that I was trying to buy Krispy Kreme donuts. But it was exceedingly difficult. Derek and the kids were waiting in the car, and I couldn't get the man behind the counter to understand that I wanted 12 donuts, but only 7 of them should be GLAZED, the rest needed SPRINKLES. It seriously took like 30 minutes. Then, when we finally got sorted out, suddenly, after paying for them, my donuts were stolen IN THE STORE. But I refused to buy more.
My dreams sort of wove in and out from there, Oliver woke me up, and then back to sleep again.
THEN I dreamed that my mom and all the kids and I were TRYING to get to McDonalds to get soft serve ice cream. But it proved to be nearly impossible. At one point, my mother, who was driving pulled out her pillow and started to nap. While driving. We finally got there, and it seemed my mom had emailed them our order, so it was waiting for us, but she'd emailed them weird things, and none of them were what we wanted.
Why? Why do you supposed I'm dreaming of weird things, like fried bread and soft serve?
I am not one to interpret dreams, but seriously. Strange things are going on in my subconscious lately.