I woke up this morning at 5:30am with a start. I'd just had a really strange dream.
In it, I was staying in a hotel, Hubby was nowhere to be seen. There was an assortment of my male friends, both past and present and included several old boyfriends. I was being chased by eels that were being transferred to me through skin contact with the males and getting inside of me and squirming about. Hubby finally showed up and I could see that he had a large eel under his skin and running down the side of his leg. It was one of those dreams where you only remember a few things...the eels, the guys and the squirmy feeling you had while having the dream.
Could it be any clearer than if it was simply a dream about a cigar going through a tunnel?
I get up and pad downstairs to make my coffee and start thinking about it. I hate strange dreams. Give me a nice straight-forward dream about Brad Pitt or a pre-Scientology-Tom-Cruise (back when he was still a human) and I am a happy gal. But the strange ones, especially the ones that include people that I know, bother me.
Coffee's brewing. Start obsessing over dream. A thought occurs to me.
See - I am a person who usually needs TV to fall asleep and last night was no exception. I flipped on HBO when I got in to bed and promptly fell fast asleep. I flipped on the family room TV and scrolled back in the Guide to see what came on after I fell asleep....and I felt much better about the whole thing.
That's right - it was "Snakes On A Plane" !
I'm still not sure what to think about all of this, but I feel a little better now.