|Match my shoes and handbag? You'd better believe I do!|
I've been having trouble sleeping for probably the first time in my life (I like to brag that I excell at being unconcious for 8+ hours at a time). I'm sure it is menopause related, like the migraines and I've come to accept getting by on 5 or 6 hours some nights. What I'm more disturbed by are the dreams.
If dreams are our way of working out what we're dealing with in the daytime, my life is a whole hell of a lot more complicated than I reralised. It got to the point where I've been staying up as late as possible in hopes I won't fall into strange dreams. Obviously, that hasn't worked or I wouldn't be writing about it. Thinking about it undoubtedly makes it worse, but hey, I'm only human.
You can imagine my relief when I finally had a good dream. I wouldn't ordinarily share my dreams on the blog, but it was just so, so nice.
I dreamt I was in a crowd of tourists outside of Buckingham Palace. Someone hurried outside, looked over the crowd quickly and then pointed at me.
"You! Her Majesty wants to visit with the public."
"Why me?" I asked confused.
"Your shoes and handbag match."
He then pointed at my husband and barked, "Not you. You wait here."
And she was just lovely. We talked about brooches and dogs.
I'm no monarchist, but it was the nicest dream I've had in some time. I can't remember if I was wearing tan tights in the dream, but I probably was.
Anyway, just thought I'd share.