I dream big. Daydream, that is. My night dreams get wild. The other morning when I woke up, I realized I’d just been working on Donald Trump’s campaign. Sometimes I am glad to wake up.
I don’t snore. My husband argues about that. He snores, that’s for sure. He says I don’t “snore bad,” but I do sometimes. I decided to try one of those Breathe Right nasal strips while on vacation. It’s hard to explain what happened that night, but I will try. I was having an extremely intense dream, and while in my dreamstate (a word I just made up according to spellcheck) I knew I was dreaming, and was trying desperately to wake myself up. I was thrashing about and moaning loudly in my dream, and according to the husbandman, in reality, as well.
I didn’t put the nightmarish dream and the nasal strip together until sometime later when I tried the strip again at home…and the same thing happened. I’ll just snore (but not bad), thank you very little, Breathe Right/Wrong.
My daydreams? They are so vivid and detailed I don’t even know me in my day-dreamland. I’ve written several books in my head from my fantasies. I have a real book started, but since I am AADD and a procrastinator, I only have around 5,000 words written. I need around 45,000 more. Go me!