Do you ever wake up in the morning and think, “Where did THAT dream come from?”
I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I don’t know why, but my dreams have been really odd the past few weeks.
Sometimes I dream about something that someone posted on Facebook, or about someone that I haven’t seen since childhood. Last night I dreamt that I hired a babysitter for C and he turned out to be a comedian that I’d heard on 24/7 Comedy Radio on my iHeartRadio app. The night before that, there was a tornado but we couldn’t go to the basement because it was on fire.