Freaking Hilarious!

I just had to recount the dream I had last night because it was so freaking hilarious and out there. It is cracking me up this morning.

Last night I had a dream that I was fist fighting with a yeti in the desert for two weeks. We were beating the tar out of each other with sand flying everywhere, rolling down sand dunes, and neither of us letting up on the other. Then somehow we got to go back in time two weeks to before the fight began. We realized how stupid it had all been and that it was pointless. We had a whole discussion about how we now had the opportunity to fix things that had happened during the two weeks while we were fighting, like the fact that one of my high school best friends had gotten married to a girl he should not have married, and I now had the chance to stop him from making the mistake. The yeti also had things happen to people he knew during the two weeks that he could fix. No hard feelings and now good friends, we went to fix our respective timelines.

Okay, seriously? Who dreams about fist fighting yetis in the desert?! And then add time travel into the story line... (Hubs says the time travel is a lame plot device.)

I will be on the lookout for yetis the next few days....

No Chasing Cougars!

I was just about to heat myself up some dinner while Hubs worked away when I looked at Maggie and remembered the nightmare I had about her last night.

I dreamed that Hubs and I were sitting on the couch in our front room when a cougar came up to our front window, looking in and sniffing around. I watched this cougar while slightly fearing he would not only smell my precious pooch, but would break through the window to come get at her. I was relieved when the cat finally stepped away from the window and walked out of sight.

An hour later we were ready to retire to bed for the evening when I realized Mags probably needed to go out to go potty one more time. I asked Hubs to go outside with me while Maggie was out there so that if the cougar came back he could fight it off. He agreed, so I put Maggie's coat on and opened the back door to let her out. Within seconds she had spotted the cougar a few yards down (because our fences had all magically disappeared) and went tearing after him. Of course, once the cougar caught sight of Mags, he was running after her to make her his tasty dinner.

As with all nightmares, I could not scream out to my dog to call her back. All I could do was watch in horror as the cougar bore down on my baby dog. Before he had the chance to pounce on her, I woke up, heart pouding and ears ringing in fear. I sat there for the longest time trying to reassure myself that my pooch was fine and sleeping snuggly just outside my bedroom door. It took me forever to allow myself to fall back asleep for fear the nightmare would continue.

Last night was the first night in about a month and a half that I didn't take a sleeping pill. Coincidence?