Strange dreams indeed

My subconscious decided to celebrate my new-found liberation with a very, very strange and vivid dream. So vivid, that I almost had to ask Mr. W. if it really was a dream.

I dreamed I was diagnosed as having some sort of weird brain aneurysm, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Specialist doctor looked at me and told me he guessed I had about a week left, but he couldn't be sure. He sent me for an emergency brain scan.

I sat in the waiting room next to another woman who was also waiting to see a doctor. That sappy song, 'Live Like You Were Dying' came on, and it made me so angry, I wanted to break things and scream and yell.

I turned to the woman next to me and told her that song was full of sh## and that I had no intention of living like I was dying. I wasn't going to quit my job, since I wanted my kids and husband to have my death benefits. In fact, I wasn't going to change much of anything beyond trying to beat this thing.

It's funny, I've been awake for half an hour or so, and I'm still pissed off about that song. Methinks extended days of stress have gotten to me.

M.W.