Oh yay. More weird dreaming last night.
In last night's dream I was living in some place which looked like a locker room and I was trying to get Josh (who was still little) to school and I couldn't find my own socks. I was going back-and-forth trying to find some specific socks. I found some filthy socks and some brand-new socks that were held together by plastic ties which I didn't want to wear. I wanted to find a pair socks that I had only worn once before. The once worn socks were the socks I needed.
Finally ( I think I may have given up on the socks and gone sock less or had shoved them into my pocket to put on later) I was on my way out with Josh. And by out the door I mean down a large stone staircase as if I lived in the Metropolitan Museum in my locker room home. What should appear at the top of the stairs with a little girl who is absolutely beautiful. My dead mother! On some level I know who this girl is because yesterday I saw Jennifer Lopez in an interview and thought how beautiful she is. I was struck by the delicate beauty of this little girl (and JLo). The little girl (baby JLo) was holding some kind of small charm that was made out of three circles in a triangle formation. It was either a dark green or a purple color. In my dream I knew that the charm the girl was stroking her face with had significance and in my dream I could not decipher the exact color of the charm, which seemed like an important thing that I should know. So, since living in a locker room isn't weird enough, my dead mom calls my name while standing behind a stunning five year old Jennifer Lopez who is stroking her own cheek with a significant yet mysterious charm.
Anyway my mom is guiding this little girl who I notice is frustratingly not dressed and ready for the day either by the shoulders. They take two steps down the giant steps towards me while my mom has a laser glare straight to my eyes and she begins to admonish me. She says in the sternest way possible "Don't forget you have a girl too!" All I could think of was "Isn't my mom dead?" "How is my dead mom telling me I have a daughter that I have no memory of having? You can't forget about an entire baby." And I was confused because in my dream. I knew my mom is dead and I was positive that I would never have a baby girl and then manage to forget about her.
Then I woke up and realized that my neck is killing me too. Why have just pain in your broke ass? Why not be unable to look to the left all day! Bring it on universe! I can handle it! Woo Hoo!