Currently Craving: Lasagne
Last night was Exhausting for some reason. in my dream i had to get to yoga class on time but i'd parked my car somewhere and i couldn't quite remember where. also, none of the clocks seemed to agree as to what time it actually was. finally i realized my car was at The Grandin theater where i worked in high school . so i had to walk down there from my parents house, really fast. and when i got there i walked through the theater and was saying excuse me to get through. finally i got to the door to the back parking lot and i said excuse me to these two skinny girls who were slightly in the way but they moved. and then suddenly i was on my butt in the parking lot. one of the girls tripped me! so i turned around and was slightly ticked off but decided to be nicer about it and was like: "i just needed to get by, you didn't have to trip me" and they were like 'why do you think you're so important' and i said 'well, i said excuse me and you moved' and somehow i tried to make it a yogic teaching moment. not sure where that came from.
so then i'm out in the parking lot and i absolutely cannot find my car anywhere and i realized it was at my parents house. so then i had to speed walk all the way back to their house about a mile away. along the way i'm thinking this can't be all that good for me while i'm pregnant. when i get there it's like 930 and class starts at 930. so i'm saying Oh no. then i get in the car and realize i have to drive all the way to salem, about 25 minutes away, to get to where class is supposed to be. and this is the first week of class at this new time, i should NOT screw it up! arg!
that's about when i woke up and had to use the loo. i was exhausted like i'd really been speed walking all over the place. and i know the thoughts about class time were because my class time changed this morning, but i woke up with plenty of time. i think it's funny that several of my dreams have to do with being out of my car and in a hurry to get somewhere, at least i had my pants on last night.
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