exquisite symbolism

I went to bed early last night! I was asleep before eleven - unprecedented. And Bohdi slept through, I woke up at seven with screaming back pain and sore engorged boobs. I had to wake him up and feed him, and finally we both went back to sleep - til 9.30, when I had to wake up with screaming back pain all over again.

Happily though, the first time I woke up I'd been having my first ever dream about Robert Pattison in which my brain had gone to convoluted lengths to get him out of his pants, and then in a master stroke of symbolism, found me holding my own knickers (with butterflies on) in my hand, because they had got all wet. Soaked with water. I had to wring them out. There was no explanation as to why. Snigger.

Sadly then I woke up, and the next dream I had I'd been contacted by my friend Vicki, with whom I was inseparable through school, until the end, when we sadly weren't anymore, and I've never really seen her since. But I dreamed she'd contacted me, and I was going to meet her in a cafe, deliberating about whether it was better to get there first or not, but being happy that my hair looked really nice. I suspect I was looking at my 18 year old self again in the mirror. Sigh. I wish I could rewatch my dreams when I wake up.

Sorry about the pants information, but it was funny, right? You know how I like a good metaphor.