My week off has also been my week of disturbing dreams. Starting Sunday night, each night I've had a dream that startles me awake at 3am. It's really starting to tick me off.
Sunday's dream involved a crazy old guy chasing me and me trying to hide from him. At the end I also had the kids with me and was trying to hide them too. That was probably the worst one.
Monday involved a lion, Tuesday a ginormous wolf that was after me and Sis, and last night an angry mother bear guarding her cub. I climbed to the top of a dead tree and just when I thought I was dead meat, the bear spoke to me in proper English. I assured her I would no longer go anywhere near her cub.
So, what does it all mean? I wish I knew. Maybe it means I'm getting too much sleep. Now I just wonder what threatening critter awaits me tonight.