Somebody tell me what’s wrong with me.

Waaaaiiiit. Stop typing. I’m not finished yet. I have a specific topic in mind.

A few days ago I had a dream that our good friends Kevin and Karen and their daughter, Teagan, moved into our house. In the dream I started to feel all territorial because Karen was taking things out of my kitchen cabinets and putting all their stuff in. They were even taking up TWO of our bedrooms. I finally had to have a talk with Jef. I woke up feeling all kinds of guilty. Of COURSE they could move in, they could have all the cabinets and rooms they wanted. I laughed and sent them a note. Well, last night I had a dream that Jef and I were moving back to Connecticut and rather than moving into our own place, he wanted us to stay with friends in kind of hostel type situation. We had a room with a twin bed and a shared bathroom. It was tiny, no storage and our baby kitten was not adjusting well. Every time I’d see her, her fur was changing, not really getting matted, but kind of clumping and curling. She looked like a one pound poodle by the time I woke up.

Any thoughts? I feel like they share a common thread. Jef and I are together, but our life is being disrupted and I’m not really in control. Before you go there, I’m not pregnant, or thinking about it, and I’m pretty much in charge of every bit of my life. I’m stumped.

I suppose just give me a heads up if you’re planning on moving in, and for you folks in CT I’ll do the same.