Slept in fits last night. Had really weird dreams too. In one I kept hearing the sounds of like crumpling newspaper. Like someone was taking it and making it crackle. Could have been the sound of a crackling fire as well but very much sounded like newspaper. The weird part is I was in my apartment and my dead mother was in the bathroom and I was yelling at her "I know this is a fucking dream, what the hell does that sound mean?". Odd. Then I had a dream that I have had before. I knew that too. I was in the dream and saying to myself, this is a repeat. What the hell are we doing brain? Needless to say, I did not sleep well. I did dream obviously so I don't feel tired this morning, just out of sorts trying to process what my brain was trying to tell me. Fucking brain. I hate you.
Taught yesterday. When the kid got home we went and did some early Christmas shopping. Got myself some Disney store presents, some socks for both of us, and some stuff from Bath and Bodyworks for both of us. There are already like 8 presents under the tree and it's not even Thanksgiving. Jesus. Lame.
We had fun. Her and I talked about her boy issues, her anxiety about the Disney program, and just had a good time together. It was actually nice.
Came home, made dinner, killed demons, went to bed.
More training today and tomorrow then I am on a plane to fuck.
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