Wednesday, June 2, 2010


The coffee cannot get through my veins fast enough this morning.  I almost started blogging three hours ago (that would be 4:30 a.m.), since that seems to be my new wake up time.  I have absolutely no problem power napping at precisely 2:00 p.m. if need be.  Or falling asleep on the couch at precisely 9:35 p.m.. Or dragging myself up to bed at 10:00 p.m. and falling asleep two pages into Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince. The going to sleep part is soooooo easy. It's the staying asleep part that has proven quite challenging.

I could blame The Hubbs for his You-Blink-You-Miss-Him, approach on life--and that he snores.  Or I could blame my teeny child, who somehow makes it into my bed at some point every single night, knees positioned in the middle of my back. Or I could blame my dog, staring me awake at 2 a.m..  I could do this.  But really, all of that isn't new. I sleep, and sleep well with all of that.  Just not lately.

Maybe it's all this rain.  Maybe I need more exercise. Maybe it's both.  Yesterday, I found myself daydreaming about a 14 mile bike ride.  That is so true.  Maybe I just need to shut my bedroom window at night so I don't hear the rain. 

I'm a dreamer too.  You know this.  I dream very real, very vivid stuff.  I don't go all Sci-Fi. I'm very Lifetime Movie Network. Lately I've been having a lot of bad dreams.  Like, stuff you do not want happening in real life. It's freaking me out a little bit too, because sometimes my dreams come true.  My dreams aren't consistent enough to say...give you winning lottery numbers or anything, but I've had enough happen--exactly like it was going on in dreamland, that it worries me. At 3:00 a.m. 

So, I've had a lot of that going on.  Which is strange, because my life is pretty chill right now.  Even though I've recently ground holes into my mouth guard, I don't feel stressed or anxious in real life. I've managed to shower every day, my house is super clean, clothes are clean, folded and put away, I know what we're having for dinner all week, and my girls have been top notch. What I'm saying is I've got free time and everything.  I think I'm actually busier in my dream life than real life. 

Oh, and for those of you that follow my blog, You Know Who made it to my dream...again. What is UP with this guy?  I can't say who it is, because Facebook is alive and kicking and there is potential for him to at some point read this.  And I would be embarrassed (though not enough to stop typing this out).  And for those of you that have no idea who I am talking about, let's just say there's this guy that has been making my dreams for years and years.  I knew him from back in the day, but didn't know him-know him. It was never like that. He's a perfectly great guy, even today, but I'm surprised every single time I see him in dreamland.  Clearly, he's confused, and supposed to be in someone else's dream. And every time it's very G-rated, but hints of Disney Channel mushiness.  And that's all I'm gonna say.  So that part wasn't bad, just way curious.

Can someone please analyze my stuff?  Maybe I just need a new mouth guard.

Before you go, check out this trailer for Date Night.  I know you've seen it a million times, but just watch the first 30 seconds for me.  The mouth guard/"Let me just get my head around it..." part.  It's just so...accurate.

P.S. Somewhere in here, there is a blog post (or two) that gives more details on You Know Who.  I know some of you that know me from back in the day are TOTALLY curious and sure I'm talking about you.  I very well may be, but I'm gonna make you search for it.  (see how i do?)


Jen said...

OMG, that mouth guard thing. Sooo funny. Sooo true. I hope your sleep life improves soon.

Lindsey said...

As a fellow Portlander, I feel your pain. I believe its the weather, at least for me. I have been in a funk for the past 2 weeks and havent been able to get past it.

Rena said...

Hmmm, on the You Know Who part. I have vivid dreams too. It seems I'm constantly dreaming about bears and there's always a broken window or door that won't lock. Why can't I just dream about Anthony? ;)