Since the end of the teacher training, I have been having some seriously weird, messed up dreams. Sure, I get some doozies from time to time – I am nothing if not a creative soul – but for the most part I dream about things like loading the dishwasher, or Scott scooping dog poop in the yard. (A few weekends ago, he said, “I am going to make your dreams come true,” and an hour or so later, our yard was free of excrement. I thanked him, and I am sure our mail carrier did as well.)
Anyway, other people’s dreams are boring, so if anyone is reading this, sorry.
