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Last night I had a series of extremely strange dreams that left me groggy and confused when I woke up this morning. I don’t know about you, but I dream very vividly (movie quality) and usually remember the bulk of them (however when I try to explain them, they usually come out all jumbled). In the first one there was a killing spree and then I was on the run so I dressed like a homeless woman and hung out with very dirty yet attractive addicts (who were surprisingly welcoming and supportive).

That dream was interrupted by the elder child, who came to bed with me at 2:30am and kicked for awhile until I walked him back to bed.

Then I had a dream about a friend who is having a baby next week. We were at a shower for her (not her real one, which was several weeks ago) and the cars were parked on top of each other so I had to pick them up and move them before I could get to my car. Then I was on my way to a homeless wedding … so evidently the homeless were on my mind.

All I can do is maybe claim exhaustion for my strange dreams, since I’ve been doing two-a- day workouts this week, my usual lunchtime weights/run and hot yoga at night. Why is it that enya is such the go-to soundtrack to yoga? I actually accidentally made a snide comment under my breath (me? Snide?) when Orinoco Flow came on because So! Cliché! I don’t remember the music before and after. At least t wasn’t Age of Innocence. Gotta save something for next time.

Speaking of yoga, have you ever seen He’s Just Not That Into You? There was such a Bradley Cooper/Scarlett Johansson moment last night, with this one guy that kept chatting up the with this one guy that kept chatting up the instructor. It really was funny. Probably had to be there. But not too close to the other dude who farted while we were working legs stretches.

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