Dreams and mortgage whining

I have strange dreams every night. I used to talk about them all the time, but anymore I don't bother unless there's one that really upsets me.

Last night Spencer decided he didn't want to back to sleep when he woke up at 3am after nearly tearing off my nipple when he ate, so we hung out watching television until after 7am, at which time he finally dozed back off and I was able to go back to sleep. I dreamt that Autumn was down, and she and I and Joy were hanging out together. It was stormy, like it was on Sunday, and the sky was dark all day. We were having lunch that Joy cooked and Autumn was lecturing me very angrily that I need to thank Joy for all she's done for me and invite her back to my house for dinner, and I was saying that I have thanked Joy and that I'm grateful but that I can't bring her back to my house for dinner because I don't have a house. I was crying a lot in the dream. After all that I was driving them somewhere in the middle of the night and I fell asleep at a traffic light and it took four hours to get from somewhere South County to Palm Harbor. The traffic lights were out and there were burned cars in intersections that I had to keep maneuvering around.

I also kept losing Spencer, and then when I'd find him he'd be in his car seat at the bottom of an empty pool, the seat on its side and two inches of water in the pool from the rain.


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More mortgage woes; the market is so bad in Florida that they make it near impossible to get a mortgage. I'm going to have an ulcer by the time this is done.