I’m actually copying this one over from my Fitness Fig blog. I realized it might actually be more appropriate here. It’s from Nov. ’07.
Well, I’ve still been sick. I may actually end up taking a rest week and not just a rest day. I just haven’t been able to kick this random virus (or multiple viruses). The fun thing about being feverish is my weird dreams get even weirder. Well, I don’t know if it’s fun, but it makes for some interesting memories when I wake up. Last night I was lucky that I happened to be turned away from my husband, since I actually slapped out in my sleep while slapping someone in my dream. I slapped my hand on the headboard–ouch! It’s been a long time that I’ve gotten so physical while sleeping. I tend to get quite physical in dreamland–violence-wise, I mean. I hit people a lot–not sure what that means. I’m really fairly gentle and non-confrontational in real life. I also had a rather strong sentence in my mind as I woke up, which I guess came from my dream. I wrote it down because it amused me: “Give it up, you nefarious strawberry-stealing bastard!” So apparently I was working on saving some strawberries in that dream. All I remember is an earlier dream that involved sneaky aliens disguised as people and a pirate ambassador kidnapping me in a helicopter.
