Stephen King Dreams.

Okay, I'm SERIOUSLY hoping Blogger gets their act together soon--now that I've switched from the old version (how could I not? They basically used every tactic but hit the button themselves to get me to do it) I really, REALLY don't like having to sign in twice, just to post. It's very annoying. End Rant.

Okay, I read a lot of Stephen King when I was younger (high school) and so I can accurately describe my dreams last night. The one I remember the most: I was stuck with a few other random people (no one I knew, isn't that weird) in an old, empty Stephen King-esque hotel (a big one) and there were these people-creatures who had vacuums for eyes and they would crawl around on all fours with their heads to the floor, vacuuming around for their prey. We were running away from them, but they inevitably "got" some people and you could hear the screams over the vacuum noises. I never actually saw what was happening to them, but I'm sure it wasn't pretty.
There was this random guy in a suit who told me he'd figured a way to thwart them, if they came into the room, to act like a piece of furniture and they wouldn't know you were there. They only know you're real if you MOVE while they're vacuuming you. (OK, I know, but remember, this was a DREAM)

So we're in a room and one of them bursts in, and I jumped up on a ledge and hid behind a corner, perfectly safe. He acted like he was a chair and I watched in horror as the vacuum-for-eyes-creature vacuumed right over him, nearly sucking in his tie. It kept going and finally left the room, and we both collapsed with relief.

At this point the dream must have ended because I woke up with a pain in my hip and had to turn over on my other side. I wake up and do that a lot because the baby is getting heavy.

So, I'm not sure how to interpret THAT dream (care to chance it, anyone?) but I will chalk it up to pregnancy. Being pregnant usually means weird dreams.

And now that I've "shared" it's time to get in the shower. Another long shift today. I can't handle much more of these. Of course, if I didn't have a bowling ball sewn into my belly, standing up the whole time wouldn't bug me at all! :-)

They're tearing down our local movie theater next week, so we're going to catch our last movie in it this weekend. Personally, I don't want to see either Arthur and the Invisibles or Happily N'er After, but we don't have much of a choice. But hey, it's something to do.

Happy Weekend, everyone!