Bad Dreams

Ugh. I hate anxiety dreams.

Last night I dreamed that I was trapped in an underground warren of tiny rooms. At first I got out through a back door, but then somehow I found myself back inside and this time with a tiny, sleeping baby to protect. I hid in a closet, but then I stupidly reached out to close the door and someone saw me.

Later in the same dream I had to lock hundreds of angry parrots in a room in my house. They were pooping all over the white-on-white furniture (here's where anyone who knows me starts laughing - as if I could ever have white furniture). Meanwhile, I was calling wildlife rescue groups trying to find someone to take the parrots. No luck.

Oh, but wait. This is Night Two of the bad dreams. Night before last I dreamed that I discovered, years after graduating, that I received a "D" in "Indian History" in graduate school. I took no such class! But in my dream someone called to ask me "How can you explain that grade?" and I had no answer.

I'd like to dream about fairies and unicorns tonight, please. Of course, the way things are going I'll dream that the unicorns are on a rampage, stabbing fairies with their single horn.