Pure Torture

I have been dreaming like crazy the past two nights. And even weirder, sometime in the wee hours of Saturday morning, I managed to sit up, reach up, and pull down the clock in my room and place it on the floor by my bed. How weird! I vaguely remembered doing it when I woke up. But just to make sure that I wasn't going crazy, I leaned over and saw it on the floor...

Last night was the same, but at least I wasn't moving around! I drempt about most of my Kemper Academy classmates... very vividly. Then I somehow jumped over to being with Frederick. I don't know where we were, but we were together. One of his parents' cats, Tigger, was in the dream as well. I had extra teeth coming out of my mouth at one point, so I ran to my mom's room to see if I was okay. Tigger walked in the room and plopped on my lap and refused to move. I loved it. Then I had to hurry up and get out of the room to be back with Frederick. There were more details than that, but for sanity's sake that's all I will write. (I'm telling you, weird dreams!)

But when I woke up this morning, I missed Frederick something fierce. This week has been almost an escape from thinking about him. Being home, running around with Jan, trying to keep everything under control at the house and running back and forth to work for one day, then Christmas shopping with my dad yesterday morning and my phone fiasco.... it has been very easy to ignore him and ignore the fact that I haven't seen him in 6-7 weeks. That stupid dream destroyed my happy make-believe world in some sorts. Gracious, I miss him. I have heard nothing from him all week. I have no clue how he is or how his "big" week went last week. May I just state for the record that I cannot wait for OTS to be over and done with! "Goodbye, you!"