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Sick Dreams are the Worst 25 January 2010

Ever since I was little I have had a recurring sick dream–one that only happens if I’m really sick and running a fever.  I’m sitting on a giant red chicken.  A HUGE hen.  She clucks off and on.  And she’s on fire.  Not huge ol’ flames, just a slow burn.  And there’s a whole bucket brigade of children and adults from the nearby “old west” town trying to put out the chicken fire.  No one sees me sitting on the chicken.  I know I should get down but I’m too comfy and warm and I’ve got the best vantage point for watching the frantic bucket passers.

Yes.  I’m pretty sure that makes me crazy.  Maybe even insane.  Definitely messed up.

Well, here’s the part where I admit that I have a cold.  WB gave it to me.  Which means, yes, she has a cold too.  It’s the saddest thing ever.  She hacks and coughs and sneezes so hard that tears come out her eyes.  And then she smiles and rubs her red splotchy face and I just want to cry.  Instead I wipe the snot and tears off her face and then blow my own nose.  # of hand sanitizer applications today: 269.

We’ve both been taking more naps today getting a jump up on rest.  But I think I’m done napping today–which, if you know me, you know is just a CRAZY thing to say.  But this morning while I was napping I had the worst nightmare ever!  I was at the mall and someone with a huge orange fro was after my baby and had hired this little teenage blondie to steal her.  I was chasing blondie through the mall just frantic to get my baby back.  WB’s cries woke me up and I was so grateful!  I called TW up at work to tell him about it.  He was super sympathetic until I mentioned my get-the-baby-back plan was to run really fast to catch the blondie and then throw my Orange Julius in her face to distract her while I grabbed WB.  At that he laughed.  Hard.  I think he even started to choke.

What?  It was a great plan…and had nothing to do with a burning chicken.