The Stuff of Nerd Nightmares

I awoke this morning at about 4 am to the sound of heavy breathing in my face. Matt in a moment of weakness had let Elee sleep on our bed and in a moment of greater weakness had decided to pretend he was asleep while she walked all over our heads and tried to burrow herself between our bodies until I finally got up and put her out.

I didn't really wake up because of the kitten - I'd been tossing because I had a dream that I got a C on the take home final I turned in on Monday - a powerful C that reduced my final course grade to a B and reduced my beautiful 4.0 to something that was not a 4.0. It took me a while to fall back asleep - I was half there in that in-between space where dreamy things seem really real. I was frantically doing mental math, convinced that I was a failure at life, and would be a piece of crap teacher with my laughable piece of crap 3.95 GPA. Listen people, I've had epic dreams about zombie attacks, terrifying nightmares where I am kidnapped and tortured (damn you Six Feet Under!), and have woken up in sweats over serial killers hunting me, but they didn't compare to the scare I got from this lame-lame-lame-lame nerd nightmare.

The most beautiful thing about it? I confided the stuff of my dream to Matt and we were rumbling to get up for work this morning, His response? "I had the same dream last night."

Beautiful.

Here is a picture of my cat in a bag.