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My house is a mess. Therefore, it feels like my life is a mess.

Tuesday. I can clean Tuesday. I WILL clean Tuesday. Tuesday is errand and cleaning day. I decree it. Also, ultrasound is Tuesday. JOY. Please let them figure out what is wrong. Please?

Work killed me dead yesterday. I had delusions of grandeur of hitting the gym today, and then I couldn't even keep my eyes open and kept falling back into weird dreams. In one scene, Adam was eating steak and drinking red wine in a swimming pool and he fed me some. Then I poured gingerbread bubble bath into the hot tub.

Then we were outside a dark warehouse on a rainsoaked night.

Then we were walking into a beautiful house in the mountains that apparently belonged to my mom, who was mad at me because I brought Adam with me. I put on Monty Python to keep him occupied while I sorted stuff out with her (which involved no talking, just her walking around the corner ahead of me with her back to me every time I approached her). When I got back to Adam, a bunch of the people from Monty Python were in the room with him, critiquing the show.

Then I was going to take him back to Rochester and we stopped at the grocery store where he started making these 3 foot long subs, slathering mayonnaise on them. Then suddenly there were zombies in the grocery store and we had to fight them.

Then I finally woke up.

WTF.

My dreams have been very very vivid lately. The other night I had a dream about a trip we were on, sight seeing, and there was a beautiful waterfall that suddenly turned golden as we watched it, and I tried to get pictures but my camera wouldn't work. Then we went to see a play and Hugh Jackman was in it and the end is an image that seared itself into my brain: a forest of brilliant golds and pinks and just a hint of green, Hugh on an altar in the middle, dead, and suddenly a woman's face appears enormously behind him like a ghost or a witch. She cackled and her hair whipped in her face and I tried to take pictures of that too because I thought it really was haunted but again my camera wouldn't work. And then I went up to Hugh and told him I thought he did a great job. Because in my dreams about Hugh Jackman, apparently all I do is tell him how great he is. SIGH.

They stayed with me all day. Very vivid visuals, almost like something out of What Dreams May Come, that same visual style. Very weird, but cool. I love my dreams. They are always so interesting, and I love that I know I'm in a dream but they still feel real, too.

Could you imagine if it were possible to turn dreams into movies? Real actual dreams as you're having them. How terrifying would they be?

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Well this wasn't supposed to turn into a dream post, but it did. Sorry friends. I need to go get ready for work and stop at Walgreens for a bag of bite size Snickers. I will not get through tonight with it.

Also trying to figure out my pole dancing song for tomorrow. WE GET TO CLIMB TOMORROW!!!! I have been waiting for this! And in two weeks, we get to go upside down! I feel like the whole world is going to open up when that happens. So excited. Also a reason why I think it's best I didn't go to the gym today, I will need all the energy I can get tomorrow.

But songs...I don't know. Maybe some Jimi Hendrix. Or Paula Cole's Feelin' Love. We'll see. I am going to make a list of all the songs, for me, because I am lame like that. :P

Makeup. Hair. Action.