Normally, when I finally go to sleep, I'm so falling down tired that I sleep like a corpse. I don't move and if I dream, I don't remember it. There's just a big ole blank spot for how every long I was snoozing. The rare occasions when I do dream are usually if I'm sick and running a fever, or I go back to bed after Zach goes to school, or take a nap. (there was that one time when an accidental dose of codeine made me dream that my head fell off and I couldn't move!)
Anyway, this morning I went back to sleep after Zach left for school cause I was tired. At first I remember dreaming that I heard water running (it was raining outside for real) and I walked outside to find that there was water knee deep in the front yard because the outside hydrant was on and wouldn't go off.
Then I dream skipped, as you know dreams are likely to do, and I was on the old, dirt, lane leading to the house where my sisters and I spent a lot of our youth. My sisters were with me, in an old, grey and navy, Merc Marq that I used to have, and as we were driving down that lane, in the rain (it was raining for real remember), I was having to dodge mud holes that looked to be as big as gravel pits, float through water as wide as a small river, and eventually came to the end of our lane to find the road had washed out and we were sitting atop a waterfall that dropped a long way down into a huge gulch. As we sat there wondering how we could go ahead and knowing we were stuck and couldn't go back, I dream skipped again.
We were in Belgium and don't ask me how I know we were in Belgium, I just knew, in my dream state, or maybe I recognized the language or something, that we were in Belgium, and were standing on this busy little street outside these teeny, tiny shops. I looked at my youngest sister, who was standing next to me, and asked her,
"How'd we get off that muddy waterfall? Never mind, tell me later,,all this talk of water makes me need to pee, where's the bathrooms around here?"
Our middle sister, I'm the oldest, was just coming through a door between two of the tiny shops and she motioned to me that the bathroom was in there. I went through the door into a kitchen where there were 2 women preparing a meal, and there was a kid in a high chair eating some green looking stuff. I asked them, in sign language, where the bathroom was and one of the women pointed to a little, bitty, baby pot behind this curtain hanging over in a corner.
I was using the same sign language to tell the woman that there was no way this big ole butt was going to be able to squat over, or attempt to sit on, and actually HIT, that little bitty pot when the phone rang and woke me up. For Real!
I'm kind of glad I don't dream or don't remember dreams cause that wore me out and I'm sort of afraid to go back to sleep right now for fear I'll find myself in a stew pot in a jungle down in South America, or something.