Yet I have no man & also am not a fan of the dirt

Y'all.

I had a weird night in the sleeping arena and woke up with thoughts.

I then realized I have too many thoughts and I sometimes talk too much, so I guess I'll stick only to my weird night.  You're welcome.

I have been having this serialized dream for the last three nights. I KNOW, right??  Who does that??  It's strange and odd and specific and adventurous.  As I am far from adventurous (in the technical, meaning accurate, sense of the word) I find this interesting.  It isn't a bad dream necessarily.  But it isn't a good dream.  It's kinda like, well...let me just tell you about it.  Maybe you can help me make. it. stop!

I'm working on a farm.  I don't really know how old I am because my back doesn't hurt when I, well, move, but otherwise I feel kinda like myself, so I think I'm around my real age.  This is further backed up by the, quite frankly BEAUTIFUL boyfriend that I seem to have (who is around my age-ish).  I know he's my boyfriend  because last night we talked - very briefly before getting back to work on the farm - about how busy and exhausted we always are but how we really need to have a date night.   HA.

I can't remember for sure but I'm thinking his name was something like Gabe or Gage or maybe Henry.  Who really knows?  Anyhoo, he was strong and nice and a hard worker and did I mention quite attractive? 

Moving on.

I also had made some very nice friends, one a young girl who brought her baby girl to work with her.  This did not seem strange at all to anyone despite the fact that the working was hard.

What I found particularly interesting is how confused and out-of-whacky I was working the land, so to speak.  I have spent most of the last three nights chasing behind everyone at least two steps behind, trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing.  FRUSTRATING!  Even when I was supposed to plant the North 40, no one told me what I was supposed to plant or how to plant it.

This might surprise y'all, but I"m not so much a farmer even though I'm a Farmer (haha I just remembered...)

Also last night I was supposed to do something with the "Caterpillar" with some mulch?  I think a "caterpillar" is a real thing, but I basically have no idea what it is or what it does.

All I know for sure is that I was hot and sweaty and stinky and dirty and it was okay because everyone else was too, because we were WORKING THE FARM.  And also I recall thinking, Hey, I bet this will help me shed my winter chubby!"

So that's basically it.  I've spent the last three nights becoming increasingly frustrated and agitated and stressed out because I haven't had any special time with my (nonexistent) man and having no idea what was expected of me.

What does it all mean??  I need to know.  I wonder if I'm feeling the guilt from my thus-far lack of participation in my buddy's backyard garden venture, and all my jokes about chatting with her while she tills and weeds and toils over the land. 

I'm so sorry, Steph - I'll be right over to start doing something farmy.


Any and all theories on my serialized insanity or suggestions on how to make. it. STOP  - would be greatly appreciated!


Hope you are having a wonderful Wednesday!
Renee :)