I was going to spend the night with my daughter, Stacy, one night. I opted to sleep on the couch. My grandson, Luke, was sleeping in the recliner. I had this dream that I had this gigantic stuffed dog on top of the bed. Cody and Shelby each had one when they were little, a blue one for Cody and a pink one for Shelby. I must have been thinking of that. In my dream, Wessie and I were sleeping and that dog was in my way. I picked that dog up and went to throw it on Wessie and growled at him. Haha.
Well, I remember that dream, but what I remember the most is hitting a very hard surface and finding myself on the floor and slightly under the coffee table and my pillow about a foot away from that! I guess I was actually throwing my pillow at Wessie (who was not even there as I was on the couch) and when I rolled to throw my pillow at him, I actually threw my pillow and then threw myself to the floor! OUCH!
At first I could not get up and did not really know where I was. I finally got myself into a sitting position and my grandson was sitting in the recliner. I looked at him and asked why he was not laughing. He just shrugged. (How polite! I would have been laughing so hard!!) I got back up on the couch and laid back down and then I recalled that dream. I asked him if I was talking when I fell. He said I had not been. About two or three minutes later, I told him that I had to say that that had really hurt. Haha!
A couple of days later, I told Wessie that I thought I must have bruised my shoulder blade because it hurt a bit. It kept getting worse and worse and I finally decided maybe I should see a doctor. Well, that is when I found I had dislocated a rib. Really? Hahaha! I never even heard of such a thing. How funny!
I guess it is a good thing I did not break another toe! What do you think of that, Shelby??!! Hahahaha! Do I still have those anger issues and somehow was angry with that dog?