Two nights ago I was abruptly awoken by Mr. H telling me to stop kicking and yelling about goats. Apparently… I was doing some serious karate kicks in the air and onto the bed, in my sleep, and mumbling about “goats,” “winning fourth place,” and “having to fight them off.” Funny thing is Mr. H won fourth place in our NCAA Bball bracket…however, we have not visited or seen any goats since we went to Santa’s Land 2 years ago. Mr. H wasn’t mad at me for kicking the covers around and talking nonsense, but I think he was a little disturbed that I was having a battle with goats in my dream.
Atleast I wasn’t having nightmares about our wedding day….
That definitely was a random dream! I have been having a lot of those lately and they are no fun!!!
Oh. and YAY for our dresses coming in!!! 🙂
You might be crazier than me. 😉
Last night I woke up in a puddle of sweat from yet another wedding nightmare. When will this end? I’m dying here!
Goats? Wow, I wonder what prompted that!
And thanks for posting about my giveaway!