I had a weird, weird dream last night and I think I might be
done with the whole sleeping thing now. Science still doesn’t fully understand
the function of dreaming; some say it’s your subconscious, some say it’s to help
deal with emotions or decision making. I don’t care what the reason is I just think my
dream system is drunk.
The dream started off
pleasant enough; a group of my work colleagues and I were out for a meal and drinks
before a big meeting the following day. It was getting late and we had an early
morning we all went back to our hotel rooms.
Tyler and I were sharing a room, we went to the room opened
the door and there was a giant bed instead of the 2 bed there should have been.
This wouldn't have phased me in reality and didn’t in the dream either. We are both
adults and the bed was a super, massive, giant king that could have fit 15 people.
We got into our pjs and decided to order room service; I
mean the company was paying so I think dream us did the right thing. It
appeared we ordered popcorn, chocolate and sweets because clearly, we’re classy
like that. We turn on a film and watched that, giggling and have a good time.
I can only assume we fell asleep at some point, because the dream
continued with me waking up in the night to move a blanket slightly. At which
point I noticed Tyler was cuddled up to me, all big spoon like. Nothing wrong
with that, it was actually sweet. Also, please note, our pjs were still on and
everything in this dream was 100% PG.
I snuggled back into him and fell asleep. I then wake up, in
a different bed, Tyler was still the big spoon, I was still happily snuggled up…
however, I was no longer the little spoon, I was the middle spoon and there was a
baby asleep in my arms.
At which point I woke up in a complete panic, as if Freddy
Krueger had just showed up. I was freaked out to a whole new level. I don't have these kinds of dreams. What the
actual hell? There is no need for that dream. That dream has no purpose. What
the hell brain? You have some explaining to do. And clearly some sobering up to
do as well. Actually, don’t explain yourself, I don’t want to know… just don’t
ever do it again.
Where the hell did the baby even come from? Did a stork bring
it? Why was I co-sleeping? Since when do PG snuggles land you in an 18-year mini
prison? So many questions.
Clearly, my dreams are out to get me, and sleep is a thing I
need to quit with immediate effect. What is the strangest dream you’ve had? And
do you think it meant anything? Let me know your thoughts in the comments
below. And, as always stay and play safe.
Love,
The Honest Bitch
xoxo