So, I had a dream/nightmare last night. I was sitting in bed with Harry watching tv. The phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"A poltergiest." the creepy little voice answered.
"Oh. Are you the one that's been causing all these weird things to happen to us?" I asked.
Harry continues to watch tv.
"Fine. I invite you in!" I slammed down the phone and turned back to Harry. "Do we even know who to fight one of those?"
He shrugged noncommittally and kept switching the channels.
This dream led to a lunch time conversation between Tiffany and Alison and I about irrational fears becoming irrational dreams. Topics that were introduced:
1. Spiders in general.
2. Things coming out of closet (only if closet wasn't closed properly)
3. Covers having to be completely over head in order to sleep so that nothing creepy can "find" us.
4. Scary children in bedclothes.
The last one was mine. The girls worried that if I did end up with children one day and they, in turn, would have a scary dream and end up by my bed in the wee hours - that they would be rewarded with a screech and an accidental bitch slap from Mommy Dearest and her disallusions.
That's all folks!