Ok. So it was another freaky dream night last night and I am going to spare details and try to get this down as painlessly as possible
Dream one: I think I need to sage the evil spirits out of Josh's room after this dream. I dreamed I was on a nearly empty train with Josh and I was sitting one row in front of him so we could both lie down across the seats. I sat up and looked back at Josh only to see an evil presence disguised as a young boy standing next to Josh with it's back against the window and hiding behind a curtain. I tried to scream to threaten the evil boy spirit and also to warn Josh but I couldn't hear myself making any sound, so panicked I tried harder and harder to scream to no avail. Then I woke up so deep in hysterics it took me solid hour to fall back asleep.
Dream two: Evan has a hidden kitchen in his bedroom and he opens the fridge to show me how he can rearrange the shelves into a spiral staircase and he climbed up and through the ceiling. I climbed a few steps, noticed that there was a real set of usable stairs above the ceiling of Evan's rom and entered into the open area which led to a series of rooms. The rooms were filled with my old things, I noted bookshelves of various shapes and sizes and bedding. I longed for that dream bedding. I wanted to have it on my bed every night. Some critter had been in the bedding and I found a cute little hedge hog and thought I should find someone to claim it as a pet. As I wandered through my past reflected in these things I saw a desk lamp turned on, so I went over to click it off. I heard the loud click of the light and my eyes fell upon a young man in the next room lying on a bed watching television. I froze in fear. Should I run? He was living in my house, so he was the one in the wrong. Would he kill me to avoid getting caught? I didn't know what to do. Also, I wondered how I had never heard him up there or seen the light through the attic window.
Then I woke up with Every Morning by Sugar Ray playing on a loop in my head.
In other news, I burned myself twice today! Once with boiling water while making coffee this morning (It's my bird flipping finger) and then again by touching my forearm onto the 450 degree handle of the sauce pan I had just carefully removed from the oven for dinner. I want to cry.
So, I wandered around the woods this morning with a bag of ice tucked into my poop bag/dog treat/tissue bag and every time I stuck my bird finger in there to cool it off all the dogs thought I was going for a treat so they paid me some attention. It was kind of funny. Then my Columbian friend told me that his mother always said to rub the burned part of you in your hair, which I tried, and it probably didn't make my finger feel better but looking so ridiculous brought a smile to my face.