Of the few occasions my hubby wishes me good rest (since I hab a code), I knew I was bound for wicked dreams (told ya).

Imagine waking up in the morning to your three-year-old saying “look mommy, a big wave!” and pointing out the window. Yes that’s what my dream was lastnight, trying to drive north, away from the wave that kept coming nearer and nearer to our home. I even stopped and asked for directions! Aren’t you proud of me? Ok well don’t be, because I forgot Cocoa, and hoped quietly that her cage would float, since if I had hoped it outloud, I would have been promptly instructed to turn around and drive into the wave to save her.

Other wierd stuff happened, you know, like finding the guy responsible for this big wave and being really mad at him. Only in my dream, it wasn’t God, it was some nerdy scientific guy who was being instructed by this mobster italian gang of Godfather’s.

See? Now don’t you wish you got to sleep in my head for a night? I feel so rested! (not!)