The sleep of reason produces monsters

I keep having this dream that I'm the mom of the family in car commercials. I'm in an SUV and my "husband" is driving. My "kids" are watching "Sponge Bob Squarepants" and I suddenly stop smiling. My desire to smile and look affectionately at my "kids" as they watch inane cartoon fades away to an overwhelming sensation of panic. I look around the car. Everyone has this terrifying smile plastered on their face, because for them "things are so right and so perfect." That's when I decide I have to get out of there. We're travelling about 80 km/h. I try to imagine what jumping out of a car going that quickly would do to me. I put my hand on the door handle to open the door and my "husband" activates the door lock. I can't get out. I turn towards him and the "kids" and am met with a shocking sight. They all have razor sharp teeth and claws, yet have managed to maintain their maniacal smiles. "What's wrong Mommy?" they keep asking as they edge closer and closer. Their eyes are glowing red. I try to scream. I try to kick them away from me, but it is to no avail. In one quick moment they jump on me and eat me alive.

Watch that commercial again and you'll see the red glint in their eyes. Little fuckers.

I had another strange dream last night. In reality, a lot of people close to me are getting married, so weddings are on the brain. Regardless of my personal readiness for such an occasion, the prospect of marriage is on my mind. So I had this dream last night that M and I were getting married. I don't remember a lot of details save this one. The moment after he put the ring on my finger, he clasped my watch around my neck as though it were my wrist. It didn't feel painful, even though it was hard to do (I mean who has a neck the size of their wrist). It was just really strange. When I woke up this morning I had a terribly sore throat and I forgot to put my watch on before going to work. Clearly it's "not time."

Today's sing-a-long song: "Hourglasss" by Squeeze.

HRH