First off, I'm horrible about remembering to blog, I'm really sorry, to both myself and anyone who reads this.
Second, my husband and I are having our backyard redone. We are currently in the demolition stage. This morning the sound of jackhammers comprised the soundtrack for my dreamscape.
I dreamt that while the crew were working they somehow broke some part of the foundation of the house. I was freaking out because my cats and I were in the house while it happened. I ran to where the sounds were coming from so that I could look out a window and see what all the ruckus was about. When I reached the corner of my house where the crew was working the whole house started tipping like a table with legs on uneven ground. I instantly ran the other direction to correct the balance of the house.
I was mostly feeling fear that my cats would somehow be crushed. After a few slapstick comedy moments of running around trying to herd my cats, the dream transitioned.
This next part of the dream found me in a kitchen that wasn't mine with two children about four or five years of age. One of the kids was my nephew. He was trying to grate cheese. Since it is not exactly something a child that age should do, I helped him. Once we had a nice pile of cheese he then refused to eat any of it. I had no problems. My sister-in-law came in and ate some as well. Then someone else came in, an older woman, who tasted the cheese and said that it tasted off. I proceeded in looking at the date on the package, I determined that the cheese was out of date. This was definitely done in a dream haze as I couldn't remember what year it was supposed to be and the date in my head kept switching from 2007 to 2009. The date on the cheese was 2008, I think.
I woke up freaking out about the fact that I had eaten expired cheese, and anyone who knows me knows that I'm one of those people who throws things out before their expiry dates, especially dairy products.