A dream

You know how sometimes you have really odd dreams? Well, last night my dream was exceptionally odd. Though, considering that I slept for 13 hours strait I suppose my brain had to come up with something.

Here is a reality; if I'm falling asleep at work I'm tired enough that I'm going to sleep through yoga.

Point of my dream: I had a husband. mahahahahaha! He was a king, in a magical kingdom. Even BETTER. Oh, and he loved me, it wasn't a political marriage. And he was very accepting of the fact that I knew nothing about his world.

At first there was this group, an evil sorceress and her minions. One was a very large ogre. He had tusks. He was very grumpy because he didn't think he could find anyone to love him.

Somehow they got to the "real" world. And somehow there ended up being a girl under spell. Not a sleeping spell, but a spell.

And there was a prince. Two princes actually, and two girls needing them. But the one prince kissed his girl and nothing happened. She asked if it was supposed to be like that. Maybe he wasn't her true love. But this just made him angry (a good kind of angry) because he was her true love and he was going to prove it. So he kissed her again. This time his determination to be the one to love her freed her. And the her was me. And now I was a queen, and had a king. I kept calling him "my king." And, the best part was that I could touch him whenever I wanted. I followed him around a lot. It was fun.

It was a good dream, and one I was sad to wake from.

And way better than previous ones from last night, which were odd, and involved old men being in love with teenagers and ditches in the woods and cemeteries. Odd, odd, odd, and not something that needs to be shared in detail.