A dream so vivid, I nearly slapped him.

It's been a busy week this week, with something on the calendar every evening. 

Last night's box stated in red: Science Fair. Wendy wasn't participating in the science fair, but could go for (much needed) extra credit. So we went. Greg was working late and since the boys have had their winter's worth of computer time already, I took them along too. 

And I'll be honest, I was a little bit dreading it. So was Mark. The science fairs that I grew up with were rows and rows of charts, graphs and demonstrations from mandatory participants. I remember the hours I spent filling up a posterboard about the life cycle of a plant. This is what I was expecting. 

But I was wrong. 

We had arrived at the fair just before they opened the door, and first thing upon filing in - the boys landed at a table where they made DNA out of licorice and marshmallows. They were sold. Even Mark. 

We continued on after that from table to demonstration and most of the night was hands on. We spent a good half hour plus building a tower out of newspaper and masking tape to hold an egg without tipping over. A great group activity and we held the record for all of ten minutes (164 cm) until Mikayla's family passed us up. 

One of the last tables we visited was the Huron Valley Metroparks table where there were taxidermied versions of a fox, a skunk, and a cast of a snake. The boys petted everything continuously while asking the woman many questions. 

And suddenly time was up. We were there from opening to closing and I was shocked. We didn't even have a chance to see/do everything. 

Back home, settled down, to bed....and in the wee hours of the morning I was dreaming about snakes, and cousins we had seen at the fair, and Wendy.  I go through phases where I won't dream/won't remember dreams for months, but when I do dream it is very vivid and detailed and in color. 

This dream focused on that darn snake at that last table. I'm not terrified of snakes, but I'm not fond of them either. I blame the Calumet house that we rented for a year when I was six - but that's another story. So in this dream, that snake was right in my kitchen (another flashback to the Calumet house) and creeping under my cupboards. At one point it flashed to being right under Wendy, but she didn't know it. 

In this dream, I opened the sliding door, hoping the snake would flee to nature, but instead - it fled towards me and came flying off the floor and right towards my face. 

So I did what anyone would do - I reached out and slapped at it. That's when I woke up and realized I had just JUST missed slapping my husband. 

I have never done that before - totally a weird feeling. I woke him up just to tell him how lucky he was.  ;)  

Happy Friday

be good

 

Comments

[Mom]

I sure hope the reading of this doesn't put snakes in my dreams!

[Mom]

But if it does, at least no one is in danger of being hurt in the process ;)

[Kelley]

I am terrified of snakes Sharyn so I could totally see myself doing exactly what you did. Recently M had a book for reading month that I was helping him read (he is not a book lover and very ambivalent about reading, so we still read together) anyway the book was all about being lost in the everglades. Oh my, if someone would have taped me reading that book that would have been laughing. I was so freaked out my boys were really loving making me squirm.