Friday night, as I was getting ready for bed, I watched about ten minutes of Twister. It was on, I decided it would be better background noise than Jurassic Park III, whatever. I didn't even see a part with any actual storms. But that night, all of my dreams were tornados. Big, black, twisting masses of clouds, coming toward me from all directions, destroying everything. At one point I even thought to myself "This is a dream. This has to be a dream. WAKE UP!" And I didn't wake up, so I knew it was real.
Why is it that I only remember unpleasant dreams?
Aside from the tornados, I had a lovely long weekend- complete with masses of food, excellent company, Christmas decorating, a crushing defeat at Monopoly, a chance to come to the rescue, lots of television, Pride & Prejudice, playing around with my camera, and sleeping in. Getting out of bed this morning, knowing that today is Monday and I have an actual full week of work ahead, was difficult indeed.
My plan is to go to the parents' house at lunch today, and see if there are any leftovers still in the fridge.
