Then I woke up. And all my duties and responsibilities came flooding back to me. I had to keep reminding myself that prison isn’t really that awesome. But I’ve never been, unless you count
Alcatraz, so I’m
not totally sure. I guess I’d miss going
outside when I wanted. And the
kids. Oh right, the kids. The husband too, of course, but in my dream,
he was in prison too. I was hoping he’d
have his own cell.
I’m guessing this dream stems from our busy September schedule. We’re only two weeks into school and I’m already feeling that I’m losing control. I can’t keep track of everything on the calendar. I have a permanent knot in the pit of my stomach that I’m forgetting something. And usually I am. I try to write everything in my calendar, but I still miss things. Cheques need to be written, emails need to be replied to, and school forms need to be filled out … it never ends. I’m trying to take deep breaths and just let stuff go. If there’s something important I’m supposed to do, hopefully someone reminds me. I started reading an overdue Express Read library book today and somehow I read a big chunk of it in the midst of a busy day. That didn’t help my productivity, but it made me happy. I felt like I was in prison.
Now I’m off to bed in hopes of more calming dreams … maybe an asylum this time?