I wasn’t lying when I said I have some of the craziest dreams ever dreamed. And lately, a lot of them have been the kind where you’re so relieved they were only dreams when you wake up that you practically jump out of bed just to make sure.
Case in point, this morning: I dreamed I was watching some sort of demonic horror movie (why? who knows), when it suddenly poured out from the TV into our living room. A priest, or some other holy man of the cloth, was stabbing at a covered cave-like structure that was growing out of our coffee table. Turns out, as soon as his walking stick-turned-spear burst through the covering on said cave, the utmost wrath from the depths of Hell was going to spew into our house. Fantastic, a party! Remember the movie The Gate? A similar gaping fiery hole was preparing to swallow me up. But the terrifying part was that our sweet baby girl (I’ll call her D from here on out for simplicity) was napping on the coffee table right above where all this was taking place!! Our beautiful angel was snoozing away on the brink of Hades, utterly oblivious to the surrounding chaos. WTF?! I really hope it wasn’t a sign that little D will have to encounter a massive struggle between good and evil in her life. Ugh. Then again, why was she napping on a coffee table when she could so easily roll right off and crack her head on those jagged rocks leading into Hell? Bad mommy.
Good lord, no more ice cream before bed.
Anyone else’s dreams verge on the insane, or am I just a lucky one?
