Had another weird dream this morning.
I was in an unfamiliar house with salmon / pink walls and the only other character in the house was my mom (?). For some reason, I was running / sneaking around the house like a trapped animal, brandishing a very large kitchen knife. I remember running back to “my” room and lying in wait on top of the covers, trying to keep the knife out of view, but not out of my reach. I had this dreaded feeling something or someone was coming, but I don’t remember anything else happening.
Then I realized I was waking up. It was 9:30 AM. Late for work again. =[
bad bad bad boy. How come you didn’t pack a lunch? Probably cause you were bad this morning and got up late. Well we always have food in this apartment … and people who want to lose a little weight so food for you.