Oh hush. Dreaming can TOO be exciting.
Lately my dreams have been all over the map. The last couple of weeks I've been dreaming about people I know peripherally, who aren't usually in my thoughts, much less dreams. So I do what comes naturally when I wake from those dreams - I pray for the people in them. Last week I dreamed about my pastor and his family several nights in a row. You can never pray enough for a pastor.
Last night, however, was a different animal.
Last night's dream was about my boss. I work child care part time now (I love holding babies!), and I like my boss. I do. Really. But in this dream I was required to kill my boss, along with some other women.
It's remarkably hard to 1) kill people in a dream; 2) kill dream people with your bare hands; 3) kill dream people when there's no motivation to do so. Bizarre. I kept trying, to no avail. I guess my heart wasn't in it.
So what's the moral to this story? (Yes, there's a moral to this story.) Don't exercise on the Wii Fit right before bed.
Until I write again ...