I wake up fairly early. Like six or seven o'clock early ... even on weekends.
Because I am on my summer holiday, I feel this is completely unacceptable so I always go back to sleep. And since I am not really in a deep, deep sleep between the hours of 7 and 10, I remember my dreams, and they are not pleasant ones.
One time, I dreamt that one of those colourful moose statues came to life and started walking around, which was weird because it was a painted ceramic moose. Of course it started to come near me. Nothing happened ... I mean it didn't charge at me or anything and actually left me alone (I hid like a coward behind strangers), but the fact that it was a fairly large animal scared me and I didn't rule out it's ability of charging at me like a bull if it was provoked.
This morning's dream was a little more realistic as it pertained to my job. Basically I was back at work and the kids were just insanely horrible and not listening at all. It left me feeling all antsy about going back in September. Oh well, just a dream.
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