Scary Daedalus
So something about the progesterone or whatever that runs through my system after ovulation tends to give me the craziest dreams, and also to wake up several times in the morning so these whacked out dreams are fresh in my mind. And these are usually some of the most convoluted and messed up dreams ever (see previous post re: endometrial cancer).
This morning I had a dream that involved the paperclip ring, one of my coworkers who is moving away soon, and Daedalus. But Daedalus was SO SCARY! He climbed up on my chest and bared his fangs at me and I swear to God he was going to eat me. (Those of you who have seen Daedalus can probably imagine this possibility.) I've never been scared by Daedalus before! Damned progesterone!
(And no, I don't think this is a secret pregnancy thing. It happens every time I ovulate... although the dreams are not usually scary.)
This morning I had a dream that involved the paperclip ring, one of my coworkers who is moving away soon, and Daedalus. But Daedalus was SO SCARY! He climbed up on my chest and bared his fangs at me and I swear to God he was going to eat me. (Those of you who have seen Daedalus can probably imagine this possibility.) I've never been scared by Daedalus before! Damned progesterone!
(And no, I don't think this is a secret pregnancy thing. It happens every time I ovulate... although the dreams are not usually scary.)
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Of course, she's also convinced that all the cats here in the 6-to-9 pound range very well MIGHT eat her (and in the case of the torties, I can't blame her, because they're furry little freaks), so take that for what it's worth.
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