I didn’t sleep well last night at all, I haven’t really the last two nights. I knew my mattress was kind of meh but didn’t realize how badly I needed to replace it until I woke up this morning and it’s felt like my pressure points are all bruised.. aaaaaaand now it’s at the top of my list.
Anyway, the bits I remember from waking up a bunch included having a 7-ish year old daughter with long black hair and bangs coming up to me with a black sweater or some other knitted thing in her hands because she was missing a button on her sleeve. I was in a wheelchair and in hospital scrubs or pajamas, so not sure if this was a broken bone thing or a post surgical thing. I told her that mommy isn’t really great at sewing things back, but that her grandma is really really good at it and if she caught her at the right time and asked, grandma could do it. So dream me already pawned off sewing work to my dream mom. *face palm* I didn’t realize this until I woke up, that this little girl looked too Asian to be my daughter. Like I know I don’t look as much like a mix to some people, or maybe because I’m used to my face I don’t think I look as Asian as some other peeps, idk… I can see I’m a mix, and I know my future kid could go anywhere from 25% – 75% Asian potentially, but this kid looked like 100%… I’m doing percentages here lol. Well, my baby pics and little kid pics look super Asian so maybe my daughter will look super Asian too until she gets older and then she’ll look more like a hybrid. Now I’m rambling on hypotheticals.
There was some other dream where a bunch of people were going to be in like the largest group photo ever and it was some Korean church or something. I wanted to get mom up front with me and generally you get the shorter people up front but people were being assholes about moving seats and I was all seriously? And you’re all church people? It was very aggravating.
Then there was another dream about being on the wrong side of a fence and trying to get up to this concrete in between space after throwing a blanket over barbed wire failed. I had to move these stacks of books and other things out of the way in this crawl space but there was this idea that once I jumped over I’d be leaving one time for another, and I can’t remember if I was jumping backwards or forward in time.