I don't like horror movies. The night before last, just as I was falling off to sleep there was a commercial on TV for a new horror movie that's coming out. I told GP (my new name for hubby - gary phillip or great prince - either/or) "Turn it off!" But it was too late, it was already in my head. Early in the morning hours I was having a nightmare... one of those ones where you're screaming in your sleep and someone shakes you and says, "Wake up!" Yep. I was living in a horror movie inside my dream. I won't go into the details, because It was scary. I hate it when a perfectly good TV station will suddenly have a horror movie clip on. Not cool.
Now last night, I had good dreams. I do love to dream and I seldom have bad dreams. Last night I was dreaming that I lived in my home place where I grew up and I had a surprise visitor. All the way from Tennessee?? (I think that's where you live, Sharon) Yep. Sharon came to visit me - and she had DH with her and some other family members. It was around Christmas time and I had just opened a card from her and was getting ready to display it when she showed up. I was so surprised and happy. She was talking about stopping somewhere on the way and getting a sponge mop to do her floors at home??? I know. Who said dreams made any sense?? I think I had her floor on my mind. ha-ha. It seemed so real.
Crazy dream, huh?
After June 1 I'll have a lot to tell you about what's going on at this time in my life. But, lips are sealed for now.
Dear Diary,
This is what I hear first thing in the morning. "5:30 GRACIE? 5:30? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
Hey. Who said I had a problem? I just like to get up early. After I go out to pee, mom puts cookies out for me. I won't lie - I got hungry.
Then I have to hear the old... "Now, look at you going back to sleep? You wake me up, then you go back to sleep! Gracie, you're ridiculous!"
Ask me if I care. Gracie.
