Crazy Dreams

 When I have too up days I have crazy dream nights.  The other day I dreamt Big T was acting very inappropriate (no specifics, sorry) , and I got so angry I slapped him, hard.  In my stupor I heard a loud, "Hey!"  Apparently, at that point I wasn't dreaming, and I had hit him, hard.  Oops.  The next night I dreamt my friend turned down a hot movie star and chose her husband instead.  That was a good dream for her; you see, in my dream, she loves her husband for what really matters.  Because of this dream, my walking group decided all of our husbands are movie star hot.
 Last night I dreamed that I was in a TV show about our group finding a labyrinth-like city under a mountain.  The problem came when one of us died each episode; it was not written that way, but we kept getting attacked by the lost inhabitants of the city and we got picked off one at a time, so they changed the script.  Talk about reality TV.  Big T did not want me to continue filming, nor did I for that matter, but I had an unbreakable contract.
 I hope that today brings a normal brain day so that I can get some sleep tonight.  When I have trouble with my hormones every aspect of my life is affected.  I do stupid things, namely eat and shop.  Not good.
(B took this picture of himself.  Nice, huh?)