Now I'm having an Attack of the Moving Dreams. Ever since I moved out of the house I did most of my growing up in (about 13 years ago), I've had recurring dreams about it. And they're always about that house--never any of the places I've lived since. Sometimes the moving bit is only a vague backdrop to the rest of the story, and other times the dreams are about being backed up to the wall and thinking we're not going to be able to get everything done to move in time--the whole house will be in chaos and the moving truck's broken down and forty other things are going on. It SUCKS. I've had them a few times in the last several days. And I can dig what the interpretations would probably be--that I'm unsettled, restless, blah blah blah, changes in my life, etc. Like, ENOUGH already! For thirteen flippin' years I've had these dreams!
Oh well. As long as I don't have another snake dream, maybe I'll be OK. And it's Tuesday. Generally if I can make it through Tuesday, I can make it through the week. :P