Nothing Like The Ones From Gilligan's Island

What a completely miserable night I had last night. I don't believe I have had such a nightmare in my entire life. The gist of it was that if I stayed on the bed, I was safe. If I left the 6.5' x 5' area that was my bed, and stepped onto the carpet, there was about a 90% possibility that a creepy hand would come up and grab me by the ankle and drag me down through the carpet into a basement where there were a multitude of what can only be described as current TV sitcom and drama series television stars who looked pretty normal on the outside, but who obviously had turned to cannibalism. These people were eating people that they dragged down into their basement lair! The same thing went for being outside. If you're on the sidewalk you're safe. If you step into the parking lot you better run because something will be grabbing at your feet through the asphalt. As far as I can remember, this scenario went on ad nauseam and I woke myself up several times kicking at the grasping fingers. When Donna from "That 70's Show" decided to quit being a cannibal, the whole dream took a turn. All the cannibals decided to turn from their wicked ways and eat normal food like oatmeal and fruit. The vast majority didn't like the new diet so now, although I could halfway trust that I wouldn't get grabbed, there were moments when I knew that Rick from "The Walking Dead" and Leonard from "The Big Bang Theory" were looking at me and contemplating backsliding.

Needless to say, my sleep was fitful at best and there is definitely something wrong with me.

Just Sit There and Shush Up

My daddy has been in my dreams for the last few nights in a row. I actually dream about him a lot. It used to be a dream where I would question why he was there because I knew he shouldn't be, but it just felt so real. I remember one where I specifically asked him whether or not this was a dream, and whether he was really there. He told me that he was real and that he was back! I just kept shaking my head because I remembered 

having similar dreams and waking up being terribly sad that it was just a dream. He kept assuring me THIS time it was for real, but of course I eventually woke up and I was pretty mad at him.  But lately, the dreams are more like average, normal life, where we are just sitting around, watching TV or something. I don't seem to realize that his presence is strange, or that it's a dream at all. My dream last night was that he was sitting on the couch, listening to some old musical comedian like he might have listened to with Ivan Bell back in the day. I remember not enjoying it and wishing he would do something less annoying. But then I thought to myself that I should just sit there and bear it because maybe he wouldn't be around forever to bother me like this and I should just enjoy sitting in the room with him beside me.

I'm thankful my daddy is still annoying  me even if it's only in my own private little bizarro world head.

I already know that he was well loved. You don't have to say it. This isn't so much about my daddy as it is about YOUR daddy. Or whoever it is that is still here on this earth annoying you and/or loving you. Just sit there.