Angie had a post this morning called Dream Killers and I had to smile when I read it because I had a dream killer of another sort last night.
I just don’t understand how my subconscious mind works sometimes. Last night, my husband tells me that I was talking in my sleep calling for my mom. I understand that one since I’ve been working on an assignment for my writing class where I’m writing about my birth-mother. I don’t remember what I had been dreaming about, and don’t recall calling out loud either.
Later, I woke myself up calling “No….I can’t do it!”. I remember this vividly. I was having this crazy dream that I was trying to eat a RAT! I had just bitten his head off….when I spit it out and cried “No….I can’t do it!”.
Heaven knows where that came from, but it sure was a dream killer for me!