Yeah, I know. There have been some full moons since the last time I posted about it but sometimes the moon is such an intrusion that I have to mention what it has been up to now.
The dreams, they are upon us. I dream almost every night. I dream in black and white, but I also dream in color. (I've been told that is unusual.) Most dreams I remember, at least for a minute or two upon awakening, but unless I jot them down right away or they are very disturbing, they generally float away quickly out of the mind. Most times I know why I've dreamed what I have and can relate it directly to something I'm worrying about or thinking a lot about. Occasionally the dream can be brought right into the present by external input. You've all heard of this. Where you dream your alarm clock is going off, but in reality it is the phone or doorbell ringing… or the television you've left on has some noise that incorporates into your dream.
This happened to me last night, but in a little different way. I had an itch. (No, not THAT kind of an itch… geez, people, get your mind out of the gutter.) At some point in the past couple of days the mosquitoes have decided to launch a super-secret stealth attack on moi. I keep having bites, without ever actually witnessing the attack or swatting the offender. I'm pretty sure it is happening in the pre-dawn puppy-letting-out moments when I am not yet awake, but am evidently carrying enough bed-laden body warmth with me to the cool morning air to spark the breakfast gong in the female mosquito. (Did you know only the female bites? I'm just chock-full of random crap like that.) At any rate, sometime in the past couple of days I've had what I suspect is a mosquito bite right on my shoulder blade. You know, one of those places you can't get to unless you are some contortionist? Me? I can't even cross my legs "indian" style – or should that be politically correctly stated "yoga-style"? Dunno. I just know I'm not nor have ever been a flexible person. Period.
So. This is okay as long as either Hubs is handy to do the scratching, or I have something long enough to reach. Which at this exact moment in time, I don't. It is in just the perfect spot to be too far down to reach it with my little scratchy-stick from the top, and too far up to reach from the bottom with the scratchy stick, because of course, naturally, it is on the side that I have the tendentitis in the shoulder and am even less flexible than ever.
And it itches. Really. Itches. This is part of my history with bug bites. They itch and swell to some huge proportions when I get them, then at random times days later they will start itching again. Like crazy. Usually at night. When I'm trying to get to sleep. What's with that? And no, no creams or ointments (even perscription strength) seem to make a spot of difference. I've done the ice, the fingernail polish, you-name-it. Ugh.
So, last night I get Hubs to scratch it before I go to bed. Fine. All happy now. Then? During the night? It starts to itch. Maddingly. However, I don't wake up all the way… instead? I start to dream about the itch. I dream I am on a deserted island in the middle of nowhwere with five people I don't even know (no, I'm pretty sure it wasn't any of you.) and it itches. I'm trying to get someone, anyone, to scratch it for me… and no one will. They just look at me. I'm picking up sticks out of the fire to scratch, but they won't reach or they won't bend just right, or whatever… but nothing is working. I mean, geez… how crazy is this? I'm dreaming about a friggin' ITCH.
In case you're wondering, first thing I did when I woke up this morning was get Hubs to scratch my back. Yeah… what would I do without him? So, have you had any weird dreams lately? Do your dreams usually incorporate things happening in the real world?
(Thanks to all of you who stopped by to wish me happy blogiversary, too! I really do appreciate it!)