If You Can Dream It...

Dreams have been the name of the game during my nighttime shenanigans lately.

Not just regular dreams though...

These have been Weird.

Most of my relatives who have passed away - which is a great many, let me tell you - along with students from my childhood that I haven't actually had a conversation with in over ten years and other people I'm not entirely certain I've ever really known at all have all starred in one dream or another.

I had one about a childhood (and I mean elementary school childhood) crush that never came to fruition. He had gotten hold of a child, and the two of us were babysitting in the balcony of a theater.

Weird.

Last night's dream was no exception.

I should be more clear. When I dream, it's often either at the darkest part of the night or just before I wake up. The darkest part of the night are when nightmares hit, so as to best keep me from achieving restful sleep for the rest of my slumber hours.

The Just Before I Wake Up dreams are often just really, really weird.

This morning, for instance, I had a dream that I was at a spa. There was an airbrush that would blow makeup onto your face to make you supermodel-gorgeous in no time flat. Its secret: Whipped cream. Instead of blowing on foundation, blusher and more... It would just give you a generous slathering with whipped cream.

And women loved it.

But once their faces were optimized, it appeared there was no further reason to keep the whipped cream on their faces.

So they would swoop it up onto their heads and create foofy hairstyles reminiscent of beehives and bouffants with their whipped cream.

And everybody had a sticky, swoopy and smiley time.

As a result, today I'm feeling slightly akilter and more than a little tired.

Boy do I hope this post makes sense.