Mydera

No notes again, and my entries will probably be like this for the next ten days or so because it's vacation time So here's just a general gist of what I dreamed about.

Dreams One and Two: My Little Pony dreams (well I did watch friendship is magic for 5 hours before bedtime, I totally saw this coming!) can't remember what the first one was about, but the second one it was Spike's Birthday

Dream Three: I woke up on a wooden table right in front of a wooded area. There was a wolf in the woods only about ten feet away, and I thought it was actually someone I knew (but I didn't know who it was?) in some sort of wolf form. I started to talk towards it, but it turns and started jogging slowly away. It turned a couple times to make sure I was following it. That's all I remember of that.

Dream Four: I was in some sort of store that had GIANT stuffed animals, I'm talking like 3 and 4 feet tall ones. But the only actual stuffed animals were MLP:FIM ponies. They also had three and four foot tall stuffed toys that looked like game systems and controllers. I thought it'd be pretty awesome to use them as floor cushions while playing video games. There was another lady there with her kids and we were talking about games our kids play and games we play. Then we sat down at a circular booth table in the store where some guys were playing some card game and we all ate and hung out, talking about more games. My kids were oddly quiet the whole time, that should have sparked a RC, but it didn't.

Dream Five: I was trying to hang a rope from the ceiling and swing on it. Only, my living room was open space outside. The ceiling looked right, only instead of walls it was held up by poles like a car port, and the floor was just the ground complete with broken acorns and walnuts and leaves and such. At one point I saw my daughters toy tea set half buried and wondered if she'd ever find all the pieces. The dream was actually pretty long because I'd swing back and forth once or twice then the rope would fall out of the ceiling and I'd have to stand on something to shove it back up between the ceiling tiles. And I did this many, many times. My dad was there at some point too I think, he wanted to know what I was doing and called me childish when I explained it to him, then told me I'd get hurt. I didn't care though, I was having fun.

Like I said it's vacation week for us (Not technically going anywhere until Thursday, but my husbands off work and we're spending as much family time as we can) so my journal entries will be vague recalls and not actual detailed retellings of the dreams to save time and I'm not taking notes... I'm sleeping in