Hubby and Oldest are off to help my mom move furniture. Heh. What am I supposed to be doing? Putting the entertainment center together. What am I doing? Why, I'm sitting in front of blogger and occasionally glancing at the entertainment center. Er, rather, the box it's sitting in. Can't a girl have her coffee first? :*)
Crystal convinced me to try the touch typing game online. The first time I got a 64, but I didn't save the result. So I went back when I found out you can get a nifty little badge thing, and came away with the 70ish one. Woot!
This morning, before I was rudely awakened by a Mini Beast leaping onto my back in a rabid cat attack-style *lol*, I dreamed I sat up in the back seat of this black SUV and realized I was alone in the vehicle, coasting along this stretch of deserted road. I instantly panicked and reached over the seat, taking the steering wheel in hand. I tried to steer the SUV to a stop, but since I didn't have my feet on the gas or breaks, all I could really do was control the direction I was going in. After a while, this other SUV comes up right behind me, and is riding my bumper. I really start sweating it because I know I'm not able to stop. It's either go forward or get run over. This is about the time I realize I'm coming into a heavy traffic area. In the distance I can see all these overpasses and I start looking for somewhere to pull over. No way I can go through a city driving in the back seat! Somehow or another, I pull into this gravel driveway, and it slows me down so that I can get out of the SUV and hop up front. The minute I am pulled over and out of the SUV, I realize that the car that had been driving behind me hadn't been going very fast at all. It had only seemed like it because it was right on my tail. I thought about that as I climbed into the driver's seat, but the minute I reached over to close the car door I woke up.
And there you have it...another bizarre glimpse into my subconscious mind! *insert oogly boogly music here*
The really interesting thing - this is one of those recurring themes I have in my dreams: waking up in the backseat of a car to find no one driving. One of my earliest memories of dreaming (I was about 3) had this theme. I still remember it vividly, even the area of town where it happened.
This particular dream, however, is a bit different. Instead of just freaking out like usual and gripping the back of the seat waiting to seeing where the car takes me (and wondering when I'm going to crash!) This is the first time I actually took control of the wheel. Hm...There's food for thought.
Happy Saturday, everyone!