Last night I had one of my famous nights of sleep. The past few days I haven't been sleeping well (Bug is up until 12:30am and then up again at 4:30am so I'm up too), but last night I was so tired I was able to sleep from 11:30pm to 6:30am! It was a deep, life-removal dream state, and I had my oh-so-missed color, high action, feel-as-if-I-were-there dreams.

The first was interesting in that I lost a leather diary that I had. Someone else in the house (I was living with room-mates) found it and said it had appeared on their nightstand. Oddly enough it was thicker upon it's return to me, and when I opened it I realized it was completely filled out; it was as if my future self had sent me a message! As I flipped through the book I could read lines here and there, but I was scared to read anything in full. As I said to the person who handed the book to me, "I don't want to ruin anything. I don't want to change what is meant to happen!" I ended up just reading the dates, and found that nothing seemed to go past 2012. I won't go in to detail here, but if you're aware of the Mayan calender and the "end" then you know how shocked I was when I woke up!

The other was pretty obvious in it's message, however; I can't decipher it! It was the usual "Whoops I forgot to finish college and have to go back for a semester," dream. Sean was, oddly enough, registered at the local Tech college in their agricultural department (?), and as I was packing up I realized that I didn't have anyone to watch Ian while my Mom drove me to school. I called Sean at my MILs house to see if she could watch him, and he said, "Don't worry about school. I'm going to a place that's going to help me provide for my family so don't bother going." I retorted with, " 'Don't bother going?' What does that mean? I want to go! I want to get my degree so I can have a better job! I don't want to be stuck working in some fast-food joint or something. Why shouldn't I go? What am I going to do with myself?" He then says, "Go find a little job to help with the bills and we'll be fine." I was so furious with him! I replied, "So wait. You're going to school, are going to get a good job with great pay, but I'm not allowed to stay home with the kids? I have to work somehow, yet I'm not supposed to go to school so I have to be in a job that I hate?"  The dream continued and I ended up divorced, finishing school, and getting a high-paying job that I loved and put his job to shame.

Er, sounds like I have some issues to work through?