Last night I dreamt I was a Potato Head. Not gonna lie, it freaked me out a little bit... especially since I was desperately looking for duct tape and NO ONE would help me! I woke up mad at Hubby because he was one of the people in my dream who ignored my Potato-y pleas for help. This has happened to him before... I don't mean to do it, but poor Hubby is not unfamiliar with the
rudeness of me waking up mad at him for something he didn't actually do! The truth is, I am certain he WOULD give me duct tape if I needed it, even if I was a Potato Head. (Sorry, sweetheart.. you know how irrational my dreams can make me at times.)
Do you ever have extra-weird dreams when you're sick? Do you wake up mad at people who didn't actually do anything wrong? I can't be the only wacko that goes through this!
FYI- Moab Day 5 is written, I just have to add the pictures tomorrow and I will have it posted by the evening. Thanks for being so patient!
What kind of therapist would stand a chance of helping me figure out what this dream could possibly mean?!
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