Nightmares of the not so horrific nature.

I very rarely have nightmares.  I very rarely dream about things that freak me out to the point I need to be cuddled with my husband to fall back asleep.  He's like a human electric blanket, I can't even sleep within six inches of him because I get too hot and can't sleep.  He radiates so much heat and  it feels like my skin is burning.  Normally, it isn't a problem because we've always been somewhere where it's a little chilly.  Here in Guam, it's a little to hot to wear my human parka.

Ohhh...that sounds baaaad.

I've been having some pretty vivid dreams for the past three or four months.  I don't know why but whatever.  The majority of them are vivid so it's something I'm used to now.  Vivid nightmares on the other hand...not so much.

The dream starts out with Zach and I being in his truck and his cell phone rings.  It's our neighbor that works with Zach and he's calling to say there is a monster on the loose in our area of housing and for Zach to bring his rifle.  Which is utterly ridiculous because not only can we not have guns on base, we sure as hell don't have any in our house.

We race over there and it's pitch black outside, Zach is stalking the monster while we're in the truck and gives me specific instructions.  "Stay in the truck and keep your eyes closed.  I don't want you seeing this.  When I knock on the window, unlock the truck so I can get in."  Also ridiculous because Zach's locks aren't automatic so I would have had to reach over and unlock the door manually but I would have had to open my eyes.  Back to the story.

I unlock the door after there are three raps on the window.  The door opens up and just as I'm about to open my eyes, there's no mistaking it.  It's the sweet smell of Sonny's BBQ pork with the sweet sauce on top.  I open my eyes and behold!  The monster is MADE of bbq pork from Sonny's and without missing a beat, it leans over and starts gobbling my neck.  I'm screaming and Zach is outside of the truck yelling out of sadness because I'm about to be consumed and killed.  End scene.

Then I wake up because I'm too flipping freaked out to just continue to be consumed by a 6 foot tail monster made of one of my favorite meals, covered in the most delicious bbq sauce I have ever eaten.  I tell myself "Seriously, the monster is made of food, doesn't have any teeth.  Go back to sleep and fight him off,"  but I can't.  So I roll over and go all googley moogely and whimper to my husband that I had a bad dream.

Who dreams about pulled pork?  Seriously?

Xoxo
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