Last night I had a dream that I house-sat for my ex-husband. I had to clean his house, do his laundry, feed his pets, and cook him meals for when he got home. Wow, feels like I've done that before...I guess "house sitter" and "wife" has the same meaning for some people.
Sometimes my dreams act out the opposite of what I want them to do. Not only did I house-sit for him, but I took care of his horses that were half poodles. Half blue poodles.
What ticked me off in my dream was not that I was cleaning his 6,000 sq. ft. mobile home (which by the way, a mobile home that huge is not pretty--it sags in the middle) or chasing his blue poodle-horses (pordles? hoodles?). It was that his wife was more organized than I am. For one thing, I consider organizing things a hobby, I love it. The Container Store catalog is my porn. For another thing, his wife is the complete opposite of me. Why did my dream world wish to attack me by making her more organized than me? That hurt.
Now what does a girl do when she's in her ex-husband's house and ticked off? The dream me did what the awake me would do. Call my Mom. And we snooped. We discovered, in this lovely dream, that ex-man and his wife eat only venison and donuts. Cupboards and freezers full of venison and donuts. Which made me even more ticked off. Because I was hungry and I didn't want wild meet or sugary carbs. And those dang ol' blue hoop-doodles (I like that, I'm gonna invent a horse/poodle and call it a hoop-doodle) were biting my butt.
A hoop-doodle took a big bite out of my butt and my 11 year old appeared out of nowhere, laughed & said, "You deserved that!" And I woke up.
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