Bad dreams. Strange dreams. Dreams of flying were good, and I particularly loved this one this time, since I seemed to have so much more control over where I went and moved easily enough between standing and flying. The strange dreams: rabbits. I suddenly had rabbits everywhere, and Carl had informed me they were our pets now and they were housebroken. They were quite cute and funny, driving the cat mad with distraction. The dog wasn't terribly happy either, but they were great fun for her to chase, so I suppose that worked out okay.
This whole week to come is stressing me out already. I have too much to do, I have way too many fires to put out. (Or maybe that's rabbits to catch?) What I really want to do tonight is sink down into a book and escape my own freakishly loud incessant brain for a little while, but I cannot. It's one of those busy nights for family (a thing for my brother) and company (guests spending the night), and I have to be a grown up and be nice to people.
Sometimes, I really don't want to be the grown up anymore.