Last night I had the strangest dream…
Ok, Simon & Garfunkel weren’t involved (if only!). Instead there were dinosaurs. Ok, so my mom, brother, and I were on some weird vacation and decided to stop at this popular attraction–that was run by an evil ringmaster. it was some cool resort with Tyrannosaurus Rexes in captivity. We didn’t know it at the time, but decided to stop anyway.
Except the owner had arranged the containing structure so people could easily fall in to feed the T-Rexes. And people who were on the edge looking over could be swooped in by a jumping dino looking for noms. They were in some sort of bowl and people had to get close to look in.
And once my family figured it out, we tried to escape the creepy amusement park. But, alas, it was impossible to leave! I hate dreams like that. I hate waking up feeling like I spent the night freaking out. It was not restful sleep to say the least.
In other news, I have/had a soccer game at 10 today. Sean has some Microsoft server class all day, every day for the next two weeks so I have to hang out with myself and the cats all weekend. No biggie.
I cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen. As soon as I mopped the floors, what do the cats do? Prance all over it getting fur stuck to the wet floors. Then they dance out when they realize their paws are getting sticky and complain to me. Meow!