I had a dream last night, which I’d planned to tell you about, but it’s long since faded as dreams have a tendency to do. What I do remember of it is that TheBoyfriend™ and I had a son, named Citrix (no, I have no plans to ever name a child Citrix, or, as an aside, let him wander around New York City all by himself*). He was about 8 or 9 years old with sandy blonde hair, just a tad overdue for a haircut. I remember that he somehow injured his hand or wrist in the door while trying to let in some unwelcome guests that TheBoyfriend™ and I were trying to keep out. Presumably the injury was somehow caused by either TheBoyfriend™ or myself, because I also remember a “Lifetime Original Movie”-esque scene of “I know you only did it because you love me and want me to be safe.”

In other dream-related news, I have woken up numerous times in the last month or so in a complete panic over the fact that I haven’t completed a major history class assignment and there’s no way I’ll be able to get it done prior to my class, seeing as it’s first thing in the morning (and interestingly taught by an English professor I once had). It generally takes me a good 5 full minutes to realize that not only am I not missing an assignment, but I’m not actually enrolled in school, nor have I been for quite some time. Further even when I was the only college level history class I took was towards the beginning of my college career and was, not surprisingly, taught by a history professor and not an english professor.

*Hat-tip: MusicCityBloggers