Night Flights

Where the hell do dreams come from?
Last night I was dreaming that we had to plant our own farm, we couldn't use the equipment. We had to do it all BY HAND. I was so worried that we'd missed a big section, I woke up at 3:45M, wide awake and worried about it. I was up til almost FIVE. Suckass.
Then I fell asleep and dreamt about an odd Elvis/Ozzy mix. It looked like Ozzy but was easier to understand and we called him Elvis. I was riding in the back of the car with him, we were discussing kid's clothing and how I'd never had to buy any out of necessity. Then I woke up. When the blasted alarm clock went off and almost killed me. (I wrote kissed first, ha!)
Me being awake made Cullen be awake. But he rocks and bought me a monster java and I'm happily drinking it. I will survive today.
Then I learned my lesson. He left the house this morning and I went out to that room and saw that 2 of the overfull boxes of stuff we're getting rid of were still sitting there. I'd asked him to take them out for me, if I could have I would have already. I muttered meanly under my breath about it. "Thanks for taking out the boxes...and fixing the hinge on the shoe box, and getting the jeep done..." and bam. The door opened and in came my darling husband who took out two overfull boxes for me. Universe, I am so sorry that I was being a brat. I know better than that. Thank you for muscley husband.
Okay, must go drink more monster. Let's see what else I can throw away today. :)