I Had A Dream

And not of the Martin Luther King variety.

Last night, I dreamt that I was back to babysitting the two kids that I looked after all throughout my high school years.

In my dream, I showed up at their home, and immediately went head-to-head with their mother--who is an unbelievably lovely person in real life, but in my dream, had developed an alcohol and pill-popping problem that led her to be extremely suspect of my behavior.

She followed me around everywhere I went (with drink in hand) and micro-managed until I felt like screaming. She didn't trust me around her kids and didn't think I knew what I was doing.

And you wanna know what the dream me did to cope with that annoyance and stress???

I order some weed.

As in, marijuana.

As in, something I've never before come in contact with in my real life ('cause I'm a prude like that).

In my dream, I found a flyer for a high-end dealer who delivered the weed to your doorstep, disguised as fancy cheese. The dealer could even charge your credit card and have it show up under a faux company name on the statement. Go figure.

In my dream, I got the weed, went up to the guest room I was staying in, and mumbled to myself about how ridiculous it was that the pill-popping alcoholic didn't trust me around her kids.

I'm sure some psychiatrist would have a hey-day (hay-day?) over this one. Probably dig at some deep-rooted fears that I have no idea what I'm doing as a mother (which, let's face it--I don't), and tell me that I was paranoid of others' opinions.

Or maybe that I'm a wannabe, closeted pot head.

But instead of analyzing, let's end with a completely unrelated pic for the day: