(I thought I was getting better, but it seems that the sinus thing just moved to my throat and chest. UNGH. AND, Dave is in Portland today, so he can’t come home at lunch with cough syrup or anything. 🙁 )
I had a dream over the weekend, that even the most amateur of dream-interpreters could probably figure out.
In the dream, Dave’s best friend and his girlfriend had moved back to Portland from Michigan, and bought a house. A real fixer-upper, but on the river, with a long dock. The house was oooollddd, there was no insulation anywhere, just studs and exterior planks, with big gaps between the planks. When we went to visit, we took FatKitty with us.
Of course the friend and GF wanted to take Dave on a float trip down the river, and I had to stay and take care of fat Kitty. I fed her grapes and cherry tomatoes, and was afraid she’d choke, so I was cutting them up into tiny pieces. Then she made a mess, and I had to clean it up, and I was trying to find paper towels and stuff so that I didn’t leave this new house a mess of tomatoes and grapes. But while I was trying to clean, FatKitty went upstairs, and I had to go up and try to entertain her so that she wouldn’t fall down the steep staircase, or fall through the gaps in the walls. And the whole time, I was really pissed that everyone ELSE was floating down the river without me.
WhatEVER could I be ANXIOUS about in my SUBCONSCIOUS????!!! I have NO idea! *eyeroll*
I have eaten vanilla ice cream and toast today. I hate being sick.
Dreaming of houses is very interpretive! You should try a dream site.
http://www.patriciagarfield.com/idx_library_pregnancy.htm