Dreambabble

       This morning, I had a dream that is probably the grand prize winner of weird; Shrek was in his ogre form and Fiona was in her human form, but it took place between Shrek 1 and 2. It happened in Far Far Away; he was complaining to her that he wanted to "make things work." Then he remembered the Fairy Godmother, as it so happens in the movie, and he said something to the effect of, "That'll make him love me," and then I used the alien voice from Toy Story 3, when they call Mr. Potato Head "Daddy!" and made everyone laugh....probably because my dream self was more embarrassed than funny.

      Yeah. Weird. And at this point I can't remember ever having dreamed about Shrek before. I know I haven't incorporated Toy Story, so that's a first. Makes me wonder what I ate. I've been avoiding the melatonin gummies for a few days, and I think tonight's the night; been going hard for awhile, just going downtown, going downtown, walking, walking. I don't just need sleep; I need rest, too, I need to take a day.

      In other news, someone else gave me the stinkeye and wouldn't look away, wouldn't even blink, so I'm starting to wonder if I have a target on my back. Or at least a sign that says, "I'm a horrible person!" LOL. All I want right now is a long, hot soak with soft music and dim lighting. I need to rest my eyes, my brain, and every muscle in the human body. I need the external noise to stop, I need the internal noise to stop, and I need to stop having fun and start acting old. I know how it sounds, but I'm so tired.

      This fun isn't fun anyway. These little pretend parties where I have snacks and watch movies. It's just starting to hurt, and it's all I have.

      Well, I don't have any gentle music, but I can do the rest. Well, here's the good news; yesterday I bought a dress. It's kind of weird; I think it's red flowers or something on brown fabric, but it fits me. Short sleeves, comfortable, but it makes me self-conscious, and a really long hem. It may be brown and red, but it's cute, maybe too cute for me, but I think I can get away with it if I put on a sweater or manage one day to stop caring what people think.