I'm 33 years old and still have some pretty awesome nightmares.
Sometimes, they involve gore, murder, ghosts, creepy monsters or stalkers. (I happen to have a great imagination.)
Sounds pretty scary right?
Nothing has scared me as much as the ones I've had the past two nights.
It's the same nightmare. On repeat. I think I'm going crazy.
Want me to describe it to you?
*Warning* This is an actual dream scenario I'm describing to you. I'm just giving you a heads up, in case you scare easily.
It's Halloween Night.
We are preparing to go Trick-or-Treating.
When suddenly, I realize, we have NO COSTUMES!!!
I panic, running around the house, screaming at my husband to help me. I NEED to find costumes. How did I forget? How did we get this far in the month already?! Was I in a coma and woke up on Halloween night?
If we don't have costumes, there will be no trick-or-treating. You know what that means?
That's about the time I wake up, sweat soaked, checking my cell phone for the date so I didn't actually miss Halloween.
Yup. That's my nightmare. Weird, huh?
Apparently, Halloween is stressing me out.
I have no idea why.
We already know what we're going as.
That's right- The Avengers!
Evan picked Ironman, Declan wants to be Captain America and Jalon is going, reluctantly, as the Hulk.
My daughter and I are arguing over who gets to be Black Widow.
Seriously, my hair is already red, I should win by default.
And, I have hips.
But my 4 year old is putting up quite the fight.
Maybe I can change her mind by convincing her that Elsa (from Frozen) is temporarily in The Avengers?
Meh. I might just have to settle for being Loki.
(My 4 year old can be quite tough when she wants to be...)