The other night, I dreamed that I had been put in the trunk of a car.  Rick and I both were in the trunk,spooned together.  Now don’t laugh.  It had to have been a large car.  I could only see the outline of the trunk as it was raised.  I reached my hand out to find the edge of the trunk.  I still saw the shadow of the trunk raised in the dark.  A man that I could see from the chest down, and yellow like dust was falling from his clothes.  He stepped to the side of the trunk and all I could see was his outline through cracks.  I kept stretching my arm out for the end of the trunk.  I woke up and was still reaching for the end of the trunk, except it was the edge of the mattress I was holding onto.  The next day, I told my husband about my dream.  He said,’ Oh, that’s what you were saying to me last night.  You kept saying, pull me out, pull me out.’  He told me that I was feeling all over his face and reaching out to the edge of the mattress.  Ambien makes me have weird dreams sometimes.  Rick tells me that I wake him up at night, to ask, ‘Where are we?’  I guess I get lost a lot.  One night, Ricks says,  I was standing up in the bedroom, telling him that my toe was broken.  He asked how had my toe been broken? I got out of the bed.  And I said ‘oh’ and got back in bed. I really don’t remember a lot of my dreams.  The only way I know that I have been sleep walking is if I wake up after I have run into things.  Rick says I talk a lot in my sleep.  But anybody that knows me wouldn’t be shocked to know that I talk in my sleep.


About 1wanderingtruthseeker

I'm a fiftish woman that has opinions and passions about nearly everything under the sun. I love a good debate, not name calling. I believe in the Constitution , the Bill of Rights and God. I believe the government which governs the least is the best government of all. I believe in the rights of the people. I dispatched fire trucks, the Po-Po and ambulances for a long time so I have a wicked sense of dark humor and speak fluent sarcasm. I think out loud a lot times. I am offensive. But I'm offensive of everybody. Socially unacceptable, plain spoken and unashamed. If you don't want to be offend, please don't read and if you do, please consider that I'm not politically correct in any sense of the word.
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