Another Bad Dream
I had this dream sometime early this morning that the movers forgot to pack a crapload of our junk, and I was stuck scrambling to get it all together by myself while taking care of both the kids and coordinating some kind of bizarre pool-cleaning thing going on in my backyard. James was there, but he was completely disinterested and unconcerned by the multitudes of boxes that just kept piling up on our car. He wasn’t going to have to deal with it- I was.
I have this consistent fear that this sort of thing is going to happen. Probably because I’ve spent the majority of my life picking up broken pieces and gluing them back together.
Or so it feels.
Current Mood:
Confused
Tags: Dreams