I was on the verge of waking up to having a massive panic attack this morning thanks to my stupid brain.
I was dreaming I was a cashier at what I think might have been an ice cream place. There was ice cream involved, for sure, because I remember asking a customer about an ice-cream related order. There might also have been drug store type things..I seem to remember that too.
Anyway, I was taking a girl’s order and I messed up and hit the total button too soon. I was trying to get that sorted out and cancel the order in the computer, which meant I had to re-ring everything. While I was in the process of that, the girl handed me her money. I was counting the bills when my manager comes up behind me and taps me on the shoulder saying I can’t do that, because I’m making everybody else in line who doesn’t have that much money feel bad. And I started to panic.
Which of course is the exact moment my son comes and jiggles my foot and says “You’re getting up, right?” AND my Fitbit starts buzzing AND my Alexa starts chiming because my alarm is going off.
Whew. Dodged a bullet there.
I also remember a dream about being pregnant and there was something about a giant fish and a lifeguard, although I’m not sure what that was. That one is way less clear than the one where I almost had a panic attack, though. I was pregnant and I was..climbing (I think?) some sort of huge structure and I had to get past all these weird obstacles and it was dark and vaguely scary. I don’t know.
I do know I’m not pregnant..unless my husband has been doing things to me in my sleep that I don’t know about and I’m pretty sure THAT hasn’t happened.