I knew the title would catch your attention, but noooo, I’m not going to jail. But I did have this crraaazzy dream nightmare last night that I must share, in hopefully less than 3000 words [like my last post...so sorry about that one].
The dream. First I was driving, and I remember seeing this black Dodge Charger [You kow the transformers car? bumblebee?] which was an undercover police car, that had officer in it…but more like those detectives who are in regular clothes but then also wear the vests over that says the police department they are from. I somehow knew this because even though I was driving my own car, somehow I was sitting, basically on what would be the center console, in his car…You know how weird dreams could be. Anyways, I saw this police car sneaking up behind me and I panicked because I wasn’t wearing my seat belt [which I never do, not only for safety, and comfort, but also because of that annoying ass bell that goes off when you don't wear it!] I scrambled to get my seat belt off, and of course, the police sped by without interest in me….then suddenly I was in what I thought was my apartment, but instead of seeing the stairs and the door [we live in a basement apartment] up the stairs was a washroom [?] and then our main door. So anyways, besides the point really, just had to point that out, because again, random dream stuff. I can’t really remember too much about what happened in between getting to my apartment and what I am about to explain, but I know that I was set out on a mission to do something because I had a notebook and pen in my hand. [maybe school, since I start my online classes in 15 days :/...]. I was walking, and got to an intersection, but not with traffic lights, only a two way stop. I remember looking to the left and soooo many more of the Dodge Charger cop cars were speeding with there lights on and turning down the road that was up from where I was. To my right, more cop cars came speeding around. I thought in my head “oh geeze, there must be something crazy going on down there”, and then went back to look at the traffic to see when I would be able to cross the road without getting hit by a car. So I looked both ways again, to make sure the way was clear, and took one step. ONE STEP. I wasn’t even on the road. still on te gravel shoulder at this point, and then I look to my left and see this random [obviously undercover] Dodge Charger cop car with a man in regular clothing, FLAGGING ME DOWN with a blue flag. That’s right, even though I heard many sirens before, they didn’t turn them on for me. Behind the car was another man sitting on the top of a ladder and another girl/woman standing on chair [oh, dreams...] at this point there was no longer a road to the left of me, it was some sort of white room with elaborate marble? and balconies…anyways, the guy on the ladder called out to me and said “Hey! You! come over here so we can start filling out the..*blah* *blah* *blah*..and your Mom can’t save you from it this time” [the *blah* part was stuff I don't really remember hearing him say/stuff I can't remember or didn't understand.] I would just like to point out too, that I have never had to have my mom rescue me from jail before….or maybe this ONE time when I was young, but nothing that would cause me to dream about it later on in life,…or at least I would think…ANYWAYS. So I started to walk over to this guy on the ladder, and I was trying to breathe but kind of choking because I was so scared, and I remember I was clenching my notebook so hard to my chest so scared for what was about to happen. I remember trying to explain myself saying that I hadn’t even actually crossed the road I only had the INTENT to jaywalk, and I didn’t think you could be charged for that one. The girl on the chair started to talk to me at this point and told me not to bother because it wasn’t going to save me *tear*..this is where the real panic set in. I was standing just below the man on the ladder begging him not to send me to jail, I was doing that crying sort of panting, or gasping, because I could hardly breathe because I was in sch a panic. I told him ‘But I can’t go to jail, I have a 7 month old baby, and I’m breastfeeding….”… and then I woke up.
In complete panic by the way. and ran to the spare room where G was sleeping [Sidenote: he sleeps in there because he doesn't want to wake the baby who is sleeping next to me. Good call on his part because I would be mad if she woke up, but I hate him not being there! bed gets lonely, although I do always have baby to cuddle 
] I turned on the light as fast as I could and tried to wake him up. He leaned up and kissed me, said “i love you” and went back to sleep…snoring, I should say….and that is #1076 why I love him so much.
So o that was my crazy dream, but i must head to bed now, as for the first time ever, I left G sleeping in bed with N. I don’t normally do this, as when she was born he wasn’t as “aware” that she was in the bed. [Although at that time she was on my chest, and so he couldn't get used to her, because she was still pretty much apart of me ] but now that she is bigger and sleeps next to me instead of on me, I think he has a better idea. So far they have been in there for 1 hour sleeping soundly and without moving! I put a body pillow in between them though so maybe they just think its me
All of this talking about them really makes me want to go crawl into bed even more *sigh*.
I. Fucking. Love. Life.
Until next time,
R. X0x0
btw, I’m too tired to spell check, but really want to post at the same time. I will edit tomorrow. or from my phone :p #Dontjudgemecauseimtired
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