If you've read this blog for any amount of time, you've probably read at least one of my posts detailing a dream I had the night before.
If you haven't read one before, hang onto your hats...last night's was a doosey. :-)
I've actually been debating whether or not I want to post this. There's been a death in the family recently....and I can only assume that's what brought this dream on.
But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that's what this darn blog is for. For me to tell stories...tell my dreams...tell my goals....put it all out there, because sometimes bottling it up just isn't any good for you.
So....here we go.....
In my dream I'm dying....of some disease. I don't know (or don't remember) what it was, and I wasn't actually suffering at the time of my dream. I just knew that I was going to die from it...whatever it was.
Instead of dying horribly, my doctors came up with a plan.
And for some reason.....we all went along with it.
They were going to put a hole in the top of my head....then crank my bed at an angle, so that my head was down. Then, I'd slowly drain out and die peacefully.
Oh yeah....this one was morbid!!!! :-(~
I've watched too much TV in my life.
As I'm laying there in my bed (with a hole in my head), Mot says something about how it's going to be sad in the morning.
After a while, I was started to feel "funny" so I sat up.
This draining thing was for the birds!!!! I was going to live life until I couldn't do it anymore. I wasn't going to run and hide.
And then I woke up.
It was all I could do to get out of bed and go to the gym this morning. I just wanted to cuddle up to Mot, and let the day pass me by. But then, that felt too much like running and hiding....so I got up.
My workout was pretty much a waste. 2 miles on the treadmill. But.....at least I got up...right?