I wish I didn't feel so crappy, because maybe then I'd have more to blog about. This cold is turning into a MAJOR cold. What was just a cough seems to be growing, and today I think I'll be running out for some Sudafed.
(Think of your favorite sick/whiny noise, and then imagine that I'm making it here. Merrrrgh.)
NyQuil gives me weird dreams. I've had one every night since I've been taking it. The dream from two nights ago was fairly vivid, and easy to translate into a meaning. I was getting married, but I wasn't allowed to take off the other dresses that I was wearing in order to put on my gown. So I had a job interview-appropriate dress on, a teal bridesmaid gown over that, and then I was supposed to put my wedding dress on over that whole mess.
Then later in the dream, while still wearing all these dresses, I needed to go to a party at someone's house. My shoes had disappeared, so my mom tells me where to find other ones that are supposed to belong to me. Many of them are the same color combination, but they are different styles or different sizes. I am unable to find a pair that fits or that works right together. I think I end up wearing a pair of sneakers that are too big for me and don't match my outfit at all.
It all seems to mean that I'm not sure who I am or what role I'm supposed to fill. I think my dream was trying to tell me that I am definitely anxious about finding a new job, because I'm not 100% sure what that job should be. Am I a career girl? Am I a wife? Will I be able to make all of these things work together?
Sometimes I wonder.
Thanks, NyQuil, for showing me the way. Off to get some more medicine and definitely some tea. Hope you're healthy out there in blog-land.