When I woke that morning my head was pounding beyond belief. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and hissed as they met the freezing cold of hardwood flood.
Odd, I was quite certain every bedroom in my house was carpeted.
I shook it off and walked to the bathroom to assess the mess that I've grown quite accustom to seeing this time of day.
The person looking back at me seemed so unfamiliar, foreign almost, as I looked in shock.
My once long hair was chopped to my shoulder. Where my healthy midsection used to be was a very noticeable baby bump.
One would describe this moment as "freaking out". But I think even that would be putting it lightly. As I began screaming and yelling in fright, someone rushed up the stairs and quickly threw open the door. I looked at him in shock, my heart pounding in shock.
And then I woke.
For as long as I can remember, the dreams I could remember always stayed so vividly with me, playing like mini-movies I had stored in my mind. I would wake and grab my nearby journal for such occasions. It happens less and less these days. But the dreams I do remember happen to be some of the oddest ones I've ever had. I've decided to start writing my weird dreams on here. This way you can join me on these obviously weird adventures my mind plays for me.
Until the next Weird Dream.
Ashley
