Two nights in a row, I've had HORRIBLE nightmares. In fact, last night's nightmare was a continuation of the nightmare I had the night before. Now really, who does that? Wanna be grossed out? Sure you do.

Tuesday night I dreamed that I went outside to do some yard work and came across a big hole. Looked to be about 1.5 feet wide, so I went to investigate. Inside I found (yech) live rats and live snakes and puppies and kittens. Some dead, some alive. There was blood and slime everywhere. I wanted so badly to save the puppies and kittens but the rats had big teeth and the snakes were rattlesnakes. I decided to just bury all of it, so shoveled dirt into the hole and cried.

Last night, I dreamed that my girls (Sweet Girl and Jess) came for an overnighter- just us girls. I told them about the hole with the kittens, puppies, snakes and rats and they wanted to see. So, we went out to my garden, and there was that huge hole again with the same stuff as I'd dreamed the night before. The dream went a little further and even more disturbing when this little kid (not related) came running into the room where we were watching movies (SATC if you must know), and said, a cat had kittens in a frying pan on top of your stove. We wanted to wait to go look until after the movie so it was a good 1/2 hour or so. Unfortunately, the kid decided to turn on the stove to keep the kittens warm and by the time I found them, they were all dead.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what these dreams mean. To me, it's just my mind working through all the things I like 'dying' around me. Maybe now that I've written it all down, the gory dreams will stop.

On one hand, I'm glad I was blessed with imagination and creativity; however I think this same blessing is a curse because that imagination and creativity does not end when I go to sleep.

Welcome to my circus. Or should I say funeral home?