Do you have those dreams that are so real you have to convince yourself that they were just dreams when you come to?
When CJ did a climb at the Outdoor Centre I had a horrible dream, I was convinced that he’d really injured himself in this particular climb. It was made worse when I woke up and he’d already left for work, I was bricking it – genuinely convinced that my dream had actually happened. I woke up and texted him to check – I figured if I didn’t get a reply then my dream did happen.
Anyway I had one of those moments this morning – I had to lie in bed for like 10 minutes and convince myself that no I wasn’t on holiday and also had to convince myself of some other random bits in my dream.
The strangest part of my dream was that I felt genuinely happy like every part of me was smiling. I guess that didn’t help with getting my brain in gear for a Monday morning but it did mean that I was upright and ended up being at work at 10 to 9 (I grabbed breakfast at the canteen before going into work…I think my appetite is back. Saturday dinner was a stress because I wasn’t hungry when we finally sat down to eat but more of that to come in another post!)