i'm having crazy, vivid dreams lately ... mostly, they are dreams about running. early morning dreams in which i already feel like i am doing that day's workout. i mean - i am in the workout. if its' intervals that day, i am dreaming about it. i feel myself running, i can see times on my watch. if it's a pool run that day, i am running my laps & having a conversation with my friend. long run? i can hear the songs on my ipod. i stop for gu. whatever is on the schedule that day, i am dreaming about it around 3:30, 4am.
and they are so freakishly real and so vivid, that i am totally perplexed & incredulous when the alarm goes off. where the hell am i? and why am i wearing these pajamas?
so, i can make sense of the running/workout dreams -- this is my biggest mileage week yet - i am deep into it all right now. but the one dream i can't figure out? the one i had this morning in which i was with p. diddy. in a bakery. ordering cakes & cookies for someone's birthday. and the bakery girl brings the cakes & cookies to us and a whole bunch of frosting has come off and is all over the box & i am dying, i mean dying to eat it. and i ask p. diddy if he thinks its' dairy free frosting. and then i wake up. -- or rather, my son wakes us up with "dudes! its way late!" ... because for the first time in like, ever - we have slept through the alarm.
i don't know what the hell that one means. maybe it means i've finally cracked. or maybe its just the dream of someone who wants to eat cake & run too - without the frosting on the cake giving her a case of the runs.
i have no idea what p. diddy has got to do with it though ...