FFA-"Sweet dreams are made of these..."

This week's topic: Dreams: Are you crazy or can you tell the future?

I really should have been thinking about this but haven't and there's not a thing I can do about it now except fly by the seat of my pants! Woooo! Let's go!Let's see...my dreams...let me tell you that I have had my fair share of crazy dreams--most of them when I was pregnant and constantly dreamed of an old ex-boyfriend (who I am not kidding you, I could SMELL in my dream-weird!) and then (again while pregnant) I dreamt that I was in the backseat of a car with one of my old co-workers making out. That was awkward. I couldn't look him in the eye for months! A memorable one, though was the dream that I had where Scott decided to leave me and I was so devastated. Even in my dream I could feel the pain. So he made ME move out and I got an apartment somewhere. I was unpacking the boxes in my apartment when I pulled out our wedding pictures and I didn't know what to do with them--I didn't want to throw them away because I still loved him so much but it was really painful to look at them. While I was trying to decide, someone knocked on my door and it was a group of people from some of the international Distribution Centers that I worked with at the time and they all were bombarding me with questions about how to run their centers, manage their inventory, etc. I was so overwhelmed--here I was trying to decide how to get my husband back and they were blasting me with questions. I didn't know what to do so I tried to call Scott so he could tell me but he wouldn't talk to me which just made it worse. Whew! It was crazy. I woke up the next morning SO MAD at Scott for leaving me in my dream. Poor kid!I tend to have really vivid dreams (clearly!) but they're in no way prophetic. I've always wished they would be, maybe my life wouldn't be so chaotic if I had a heads up every now and again, but alas they are not. So I'll settle for my crazy dreams and keep holding my husband accountable for things he does in my dreams that make me mad. Heh heh. Poor kid!