I've been doing all right on my diet but the past couple nights I'm getting really hungry around 9pm and then snack until bedtime. My stomach won't stop growling. I need to have better snacks. Plus, all this later night snacking is giving me bad dreams; recurring bad dreams at that! Same dream Saturday night and again last night. I dream I'm standing in a parking lot and I hear a strange noise (probably my Husband snoring) and I look up and see this huge animal flying in the sky. It's not really flying but swimming and I have a disoriented feeling of "Am I underwater?" but no, this thing flies like a dolphin swims. It kind of looks like a dolphin too, crossed with an elephant seal. It's pre-historic, it absolutely stinks of rotten fish and it's being attack by an enormous flock of seagulls and crows. It's screaming and flying, and diving - it's also about the size of a bus. That's where it ended on Saturday.
Last night I first dreampt (Always wonder of that's a proper word, some dictionaries say yes, some no) That I was at this castle on a private island and it was owned by John Lithgow and he was insane. Antonio Banderas was there too in his younger self, and some other woman who I didn't pay any attention too. John was trying to bring about the destrustion of the island, but hello, we're still on it! He didn't care. Evidently the island was on a fault line, and the volcano was collapsing and the entire island was being swallowed up into a giant, swirling lava sinkhole that was sucking land and ocean away in it. But Antonio found a boat and we managed to escape, even tried to save John but he was mad-insane and wanted to go down with his island. Then I flashed back to the parking lot and the giant grey dolphin beast swimming for its life from the hoards of seagulls. (Was Husband snoring again? Must have been because he was with me this time) only this time it crashed down into the parking lot. It was stunned for a bit but we tried to steal a peek at it. And then it saw us. Then we saw it had big, sharp teeth. Then we though "Oh Shit!". Then we thought we should get the fuck outta here. It fixed its green slit snakeish eyes on us, got up and started coming for us, swatting seagulls as it stalked. I woke up then. Gave my head a shake and went to the toilet. No more late night snacks for me! Between John Lithgow, sinking lava pits of death and prehistoric flying dolphin beasts trying to eat me I'll suffer the hunger pains.
***Later that morning***
Saw this and am thinking, what kind of parent lets their very young children watch Rambo??? Oh. And because it's Rambo himself that makes it ok? I think if I saw my Dad on TV with a machine gun blowing up people I'd be really scared of him. Or I'd become a school bully "My Daddy's got a machine gun mounted on the Hummer and he'll blast your guts across the school wall if you don't do what I tell you. My Daddy's Rambo, asswipe. Gimme your trust fund account number." But I like the idea of making the kids do 20 push-ups every morning.