Yesterday I told my mom about my horrible dream from the night before. They are flying to Tampa to see my sister and her husband in March and haven't flown since the late 80's. I'm the executrix to their will and the one daughter they can count on for almost anything.
So apparently my rerun of the dream to her on the phone seemed the perfect seque to tell me that if their plane goes down they have survivor benefits and will put the important papers in a certain place and that I should come by soon so she could show me where all the rest of the papers are. That way if they die in a plane crash I could find everything and sell everything off without routing too much. *sigh*
That was NOT the time to have me discussing such things, Mom. Seriously.
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
A horrible horrible nightmare
Last night I had a hard time falling asleep. Earlier that night I had been looking up rental condos for our trip down to Destin Florida and we discussed the trip, hubby and I, as he called his parents. I finally found a way to make sure his parents have accomodations (because they are incapable of doing it themselves, I swear they are inept children) without having to stay in the same condo or house with them. *wipes brow* (Hubby's parents are a long and horrific story and if I start I can't stop and I get more and more upset as I go so I won't go there with you folks, just rest assured that if I had stayed with them a week hubby and I would have both been bald, shaking our heads in disgust and frustration and wanting to commit homicide. But that would only mean we'd be at each other's throats more than usual, not good.)
Since I am the travel agent in the house, among other things, I've been researching places for 6 months and then his brother and girlfriend were going to stay with us and then they weren't. And then his best friend was going to stay with us, and then he wasn't. And then his parents and youngest sister was going to stay with us and then they weren't. Now the best friend is back in and the parents wanted back in and Angel put her hand up and said 'STOP!' That's it. I am telling all you bone-heads what is what and the best friend is staying with us and the in-laws in another condo down the way. *wipe hands together.* Sanity and saving money combined caused me to stop the insanity.
So onto the sleeping nightmare (not to be confused with my living one. LOL) I woke up around 3 am and fell back asleep. This dream woke me at 3:20 am.
Hubby, my two beautiful kids, myself and my mom and dad were on a plane flying somewhere. We had been up for a bit and the plane dipped here and there hitting air pockets I guess, you know the feeling. Well one of the dips turned into a nose dive, the longest nose dive ever, like slow motion. I was hysterical. I'm terrifed to fly as it is and since 9/11 even more so. I can't get the children out of my heads. I tell my husband that my kids only go because I book their flight and if something happened....
Anyway, I could see the back of my son's head and thought 'I need to get to him' and my mom and I went to him. My dad must have been with hubby. The next thing I know my mom and I are on the ground and I am thinking "How did I get out of the plane and how can I get back in and out with my family?" I'm paniced. I'm about to figure it out as I see the plane crash right in front of me. It was vivid in color, sound and carnage. I am hysterical (even as I type this I am in tears.) I remember seeing some faces and thinking "please god, just let me get my kids and husband out. Please god let them be alive and okay" even though there was blood and other gory things around. I woke up at that point.
I was in tears and couldn't breath. I am still carrying the emotions from it and can't shake it. I woke hubby up with my sobbing. He said, "It was just a dream, go back to sleep." I tried. I laid there trying to will myself to change the dream and finally fell asleep but no more dreaming.
I just read a dream interpretor thing that says that a plane crash is related to our careers and the feeling of helplessness in the face of trying to get one on track. Sure, right. My budding renewal of my career causes such a horrific dream.... My belly hurts from internalizing it so much and I have to work tonight. I hope I don't have another dream like that because it sucked big time!
Since I am the travel agent in the house, among other things, I've been researching places for 6 months and then his brother and girlfriend were going to stay with us and then they weren't. And then his best friend was going to stay with us, and then he wasn't. And then his parents and youngest sister was going to stay with us and then they weren't. Now the best friend is back in and the parents wanted back in and Angel put her hand up and said 'STOP!' That's it. I am telling all you bone-heads what is what and the best friend is staying with us and the in-laws in another condo down the way. *wipe hands together.* Sanity and saving money combined caused me to stop the insanity.
So onto the sleeping nightmare (not to be confused with my living one. LOL) I woke up around 3 am and fell back asleep. This dream woke me at 3:20 am.
Hubby, my two beautiful kids, myself and my mom and dad were on a plane flying somewhere. We had been up for a bit and the plane dipped here and there hitting air pockets I guess, you know the feeling. Well one of the dips turned into a nose dive, the longest nose dive ever, like slow motion. I was hysterical. I'm terrifed to fly as it is and since 9/11 even more so. I can't get the children out of my heads. I tell my husband that my kids only go because I book their flight and if something happened....
Anyway, I could see the back of my son's head and thought 'I need to get to him' and my mom and I went to him. My dad must have been with hubby. The next thing I know my mom and I are on the ground and I am thinking "How did I get out of the plane and how can I get back in and out with my family?" I'm paniced. I'm about to figure it out as I see the plane crash right in front of me. It was vivid in color, sound and carnage. I am hysterical (even as I type this I am in tears.) I remember seeing some faces and thinking "please god, just let me get my kids and husband out. Please god let them be alive and okay" even though there was blood and other gory things around. I woke up at that point.
I was in tears and couldn't breath. I am still carrying the emotions from it and can't shake it. I woke hubby up with my sobbing. He said, "It was just a dream, go back to sleep." I tried. I laid there trying to will myself to change the dream and finally fell asleep but no more dreaming.
I just read a dream interpretor thing that says that a plane crash is related to our careers and the feeling of helplessness in the face of trying to get one on track. Sure, right. My budding renewal of my career causes such a horrific dream.... My belly hurts from internalizing it so much and I have to work tonight. I hope I don't have another dream like that because it sucked big time!
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