Pinkle
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The night we saw the Passion of the Christ, I stayed the night at my b/f's (now hubby) apartment. I was asleep on the bed and he was sitting on the floor playing a football game. Naturally, I was dreaming about the movie. It was that creepy part with the demon-children chasing Judas. I actually remember half-waking up, staring at the ceiling (I even remember seeing the blue glow of the TV):
Me: The children...
Hubby: Wha?
Me: The children are coming...
Hubby: Ooookaayy.
And then I fell back asleep. I hate creepy demon children.
Another time way long ago I remember tip-toeing into my parents bedroom to look for something while my dad was taking a nap. Note: We had an iron skillet that we had dubbed "Iron Man." I was looking around for whatever, and I heard my dad say, "mumblemumble make sure Iron Man's washed mumble." What a boring-ass dream that must have been. :|
Me: The children...
Hubby: Wha?
Me: The children are coming...
Hubby: Ooookaayy.
And then I fell back asleep. I hate creepy demon children.
Another time way long ago I remember tip-toeing into my parents bedroom to look for something while my dad was taking a nap. Note: We had an iron skillet that we had dubbed "Iron Man." I was looking around for whatever, and I heard my dad say, "mumblemumble make sure Iron Man's washed mumble." What a boring-ass dream that must have been. :|