Hey, y’all! Welcome to Whack-a-Doo Wednesday, our weekly trip into the weirdness that is my dream diary. This week, we’re going back a few years to a time when SuperHubby had been deployed for a few months and Munchkin and I were living all by our lonesome. I’m not sure how that
If it’s Wednesday, it must be time to open the dream diary again!
This week, we’re dialing the clock back to February of 2010, which is one of only a handful of months between 2008 and 2014 when I wasn’t pregnant or nursing. In other words, these are “normal” dreams. (Normal.
Welcome to Wednesday. We’re halfway to the weekend! Woot! This week, in honor of Men of NCIS: Hot or Not? running on my Facebook page, I’m digging into my dream diary for all of my NCIS dreams. Y’all ready? Let’s do it!
Let’s start with the tame one:
Last night I dreamed
If it’s Wednesday, it must be time for me to open up my dream diary and let y’all have a peek at the crazy world in my unconscious head. 🙂 This week, we’re going back in time to the days when Squeaker was just a wee little newborn baby and it was a wonder I had any chance to dream
Welcome to Wednesday, where this year, it’s tradition for me to embarrass myself by sharing bits of my dream diary. This week, we’re traveling back in time to the summer of 2012, when I was pregnant with Buttercup.
Last night I dreamed I was in a really bad space TV show where the ship
Welcome back to Whack-a-Doo Wednesday, my weekly foray into giving you all way too much insight into the inner workings of my brains by sharing bits of my dream diary. This week is devoted to Brad Pitt. Because apparently I’ve dreamt about him a time or two.
My first recorded dream about Brad,