dreams.

So I just woke up after sleeping 16-17 hours straight. Some people would consider that a coma, but this house knows better. Waking up at 4 am, and going to bed at 11pm was starting to take it's toll. The dreams we have while we sleep never cease to amaze me. They are complete creations of our minds, we have limited control over them, and yet... they still seem to scare the nonsense out of us.

BACKSTORY: Anyone who knows me, knows I absolutely adore my dogs. They are like my children since I don't yet have any. Well, I decided to take them to a different groomer the other day because the one I usually go to was booked. So, we arrive, I tell the lady to take about half of his hair off... keep in mind I have a maltese. The dog's hair will grow till you cut it. At this point, his hair was about 4 inches long. I asked her to take about 2 inches off. Well, you can imagine my shock when I walk in to pick him up and he's pretty much shaved down to the pink of his skin... I literally gasped. I wouldn't have normally minded, this kind of thing has happened before, but the lady argued with me telling me that this is what I asked for. The conversation went something like this.
Me: GHASP!
Her: Isn't he so cute?!?
Me: Yes, he was until he got shaved bald. Why is he so short?
Her: Oh, he was matted.
Me: I get him groomed every two weeks. Do you really expect me to believe he was matted?
Her: Oh I thought that this is what you wanted? You said you wanted about half off...
Me: (now increasingly getting angrier) So, at first it was he was matted? now it's that you thought this is how I wanted it?? Somehow I think those two statements conflict.
Meanwhile, my poor husband keeps taking steps back and has an "I don't know her" look on his face
Finally, she apologized and refunded my money. However, he did smell very good when i picked him up.
I left all upset, vowing to never go back there again.

Okay so back to my dream, I dreamed (believe it or not, autocorrect is telling me that that is the correct context, so we are going to go with that) that I went back home. I stopped in Hawaii first, and pretty much didn't want to leave. Anyways, I got on another flight back home (with my dogs of course... I am starting to wonder why my husband wasn't there) And the airline lost my dogs!!!! (once again, I don't understand how this would happen anyways, because I would never let them leave my side... anyways) and get to my parent's house and it was like they didn't even want to see me. I got out of the car and all they said was "if you yell at your brother you're out." huh? my brother is OLDER than I am. The groomer lady was there with both of my dogs, and their perfect hair was all uneven and messed up. I was so upset I flew back to Hawaii... and then woke up :/

Lately I guess I feel like everything is against me. I know that my dream is completely creation of my mind, attempting to sort out all the changes being made in my life. But it's still upsetting, even in a dream, to have family treat you that way. Ugh, lack of caffeine and lack of daylight are both messing with my head. Why did I leave California again??

oh thats right..

That right there is why I left, and I wouldn't have it any other way. <3

Well, now I'm off to go get some breakfast. oh, who are we kidding, we know I'm going to McDonalds.