The Captive Mommy

When I stay up until 12 or 1 with Levi I usually end up hungry before I go to sleep. Last night my snack was a couple of brownies and milk (everything is always better when accompanied by milk). Most times I can eat (or drink) anything — even coffee — before bed and it doesn’t bother me, but last night…whew! My dreams were enough to make me stop eating brownies (or any other type of chocolate) before bed!

I wrote about being one of the last people I know to read Twilight. The first book was good. So good I ordered the box set off Amazon with next-day shipping just so I can see what happens next — it’ll be here tomorrow. Last night we had a girls night and watched the movie. So that was fresh on my mind.

On my way to my friends’ house I had some sort of epiphany. It was a seemingly very good idea for another of my random writings so when I got there I wrote it down. Mommy brain causes me to forget things easily so at least this way I’d have some sort of way of recalling the idea(s). This idea was still forming in my head right before bed.

Another part of my strange and bazaar dreams was the song “Dead Man” by Jars of Clay. I bought the song on iTunes yesterday and added it to my iPod. Hubby really likes it and the beat is very catchy so I was singing it all day yesterday…and all night last night.

So these dreams were a mixture of Twilight, my new novel idea and this song. Something like this: Edward Cullen in 1850 England to the tune of “Carry me! I’m just a dead man lying on the carpet, can’t find a heartbeat. Make me breathe. I wanna be a new man. Tired of the old one, off with the old man.” If you know anything about Twilight and have heard this song (if not click here) then you know how ironic this combination is. This is an inspirational song symbolic of our dead life without Christ. Twilight is about vampires. Where 19th century England comes into all the irony has yet to be seen, but it did make for very strange dreams.

I say dreams (plural) because when I’m asleep and happen to be having a dream if I’m provoked to semi-consciousness (like hubby leaving for work at 5am) I can usually return to the dream in progress. The dream usually takes a turn of some kind, new setting, new plot, etc. but overall the dream doesn’t stop. This equals the same type of dream in different settings with different things happening. Thank the Lord above (seriously) that I don’t remember most of the dreams. They freaked me out enough while dreaming them I have no need to be tormented while I’m awake trying to figure out what they mean. I do have a theory of what they were trying to convey:

STOP eating chocolate before bed! Well I’m out of brownies now so at least until I make more…maybe next time Edward will tell me the secret to actually finishing one of my novels so I can become a famous author! Ha!