We're talking about favorite escapes at Word Wranglers this week. Anyone who knows me knows my favorite escape place. My dreams. Like Margie, I've had the big author moment daydreams, but my favorite dreams are the ones I have when I'm sleeping.
One night I dreamed that hubby and I were on a motorcycle ripping down the road. (Can't explain this because you couldn't pay me to get on a motorcycle.) Hubby had one arm around my waist, pinning me against him. I couldn't move. The wind and the engine were roaring in my ears. It was exhilarating! I woke up to find hubby had snuggled up next to me with his arm thrown over my waist and his mouth against my ear. He was snoring. Loudly. I nudged him and rolled him over but I really liked the exuberance I felt flying down the highway and wanted to get back to it. Too bad I rolled him over. Didn't hear a peep out of him for the rest of the night and don't remember dreaming afterward.
Other times I'm a bad ass fighting evil, or the mystery woman at a masquerade ball. I've had a couple of x-rated ones. (One included Ice Cube. Don't ask.)
I even find my nightmares intriguing. Like dreaming the Angry Birds were these giant creatures that attacked Atlanta and Gladys Knight ended up in my escape vehicle. In the dream she reminded me that she was my aunt and had every right to be in my car.
The only ones I don't like are the sad ones. Funerals. Hubby leaving me for my long dead sister-in-law. (I was actually mad at him for a couple of hours after that one.) Or one dream where I was a big fat failure and cried all over dreamland.
Enough of that. What about you? Had any good, bad, or weird dreams lately?