What dreams may come...

I very rarely remember my dreams. Usually the only ones I do remember are the weird ones. The ones that make sense in pieces, but as a whole are just so jumbled it comes out quite comical. Well, this morning was one of those times.

I say this morning, because like all Sunday nights I had a hard time sleeping, my subconscious was dreading another Monday so my body was saying, if you don't sleep, Monday will not get here and you won't have to go to work. (If only it were true.)

What I can remember of my dream is this...

Think of a Grease like setting, the high school in my dream however was the elementary school I attended when I lived in the Quad Cities.

I was the new girl in school (aka Sandy) only instead of wanting to fit in with the Pink Ladies, I was trying to fit in with the girls who played on the roller derby team. The rival school was the Rockford Rage and our high school principal was the current manager for the customer service department where I work. He kept following me around telling me what I was doing wrong and how to properly do something simple, for example: you can open the door, but you have to turn the knob to the right, if you turn the door knob to the left, it may open but that is the wrong way to open the door. The first time you are caught opening the door that way you will receive a warning. Ugh!! Not to mention the fact that the roller derby girls were always on skates, including myself and the sidewalk was crumbling away, with huge chunks missing from it.

I wish I had more to add to this, but like most mornings, my alarm went off and brought an end to my attempt at sleep.