Whoa, last night was CaRaZy dream night. I didn't have dinner, so we can't blame it on that. The only thing different is that I had grapefruit juice instead of grape koolaid to drink. Anyhoo- I'm sure you couldn't care less about that... let's get on to the dreams!

It all seemed like one big dream because they weaved in and out with similar pieces. In *most* of the dreams I was with my ex-husband and he was a drug addict (note- he is NOT a drug addict, and is in fact probably one of the healthiest health nuts on the planet). We were living with a bunch of other drug addicts in this weird drug addict resortish town. It was kind of like a mini drug addict vacation resort area. Since I wanted to make our marriage work, I became a drug addict too. I actually saw myself going to this weird dive bar and getting my 'stash' and I saw myself shooting up. Ick.

In the drug haze, I decided that it was time I become a singing legend. So, with the help of Barbra Streisand, I got an act together with some other strung out drug addicts and hit the road. I wore this horribly 80's outfit, which included a tutu and chucks.

My ex-husband decided that it was time to clean up his act and get a job, so got a job at a fast food restaurant (that had a bowling alley!). He worked for a couple of days and then it snowed horribly in this drug addict resort town. I watched as truck after truck jack-knife and slide off the roads. Cars were crashing everywhere, and my ex couldn't show up for work, so was fired. He ended up moving out of drug-addict town and I stayed because I had a good thing going with Barbra Streisand and all.

It ended with me finding one morning that I'd dyed my hair completely BLACK. Brother 1 (my bro) was visiting at the time and told me that he could fix it. (yeah, he has mad skillz when putting together meat and cheese trays, but I'm not sure I'd trust him with my beloved hair). It was then, that The Hubs entered the dream. He took one look at my hair and said that I looked "hot" and I should keep it that way. He also loved the tutu and chucks.

I'm assuming that I gave up my druggie ways now that The Hubs was in the picture, and that's where it ended.

I woke up a little freaked that "what if I did dye my hair black in one of my weird sleep-walking incidents?" I had reason to worry, because yesterday I'd purchased dark brown hair dye to touch up my bangs this weekend and I wouldn't put it past me to dye my hair in my sleep. I've done plenty of other weird things.

So the first thing I did when I woke up was to run to the mirror.

All is safe and secure. My hair is still blond, and I haven't become a drug addict.

(shooting up? What's up with THAT? ... not to mention Barbra Streisand...)

Thank you, and enjoy your day.