Our dreams are our own, aren’t they? They’re supposed to be, and they can be wonderful. Now, I’m talking about actual dreams, like when you’re asleep, not your hopes and dreams in life.

As we’ve talked about, I don’t sleep much, sometimes at all, so when I do sleep, and it’s a sound sleep, I value it, so…if I dream, and I don’t dream often, I would like them to be pleasant, but…we can’t control them, can we. They say dreams have meaning, right?

Last night someone came into my dream that I really did not want there. There were two other people I haven’t seen in a long time, nothing to do with that someone, but I was happy to see them, it was odd. Actually there were three other people and we were all in my car, Beetle-Bug Annie II, or it could have been the first Annie, because I knew this unwanted person when I had her.

I kept looking at the individual asking what they were doing there, just didn’t get an answer, go figure. Most of the time, when you’re dreaming, you don’t realize you’re dreaming, you’re very confused and can’t figure out how to get out of the situation. I finally realized “hey, you’re dreaming, wake up!” And something clicked and I realized I was dreaming and I said “I don’t want to be in this dream anymore, I’m out of here” and I woke up.

The residual of dreams, sometimes, is that when you wake up, whatever you were feeling in your dream, it stays with you, and you wake up mad, sad, angry, confused. Isn’t it odd how other times you wake up from a dream and want to remember it and can’t. For me, this morning, no such luck. I woke up a little confused, slighty frustrated, and annoyed that this person was there at all, which I think is understandable.

I grabbed my favorite Winnie the Pooh, got a hug and all was right with the world, dream gone. Time to greet the day!