Bad Dreams and Good Grades

It's been a roller-coaster day for my emotions. Starting somewhere around 3AM, I began waking up from dreams. Some of the dreams were about school: today was report card day. Most of the dreams were about food: McDonald's, to be exact.

I used to stop and get McD's pretty regularly. In fact, it was the physical reactions I began having to their food that helped get me to the doctor for my diagnosis. I can't eat their food at all now, except for plain, meatless salads. Even their grilled chicken breasts have wheat in them, according to their nutritional information.

Back to the dream. In the dream, I was eating double cheeseburgers with extra pickles and onions. Lots of them. They were my absolute favorite. Early on (before 5), they were bun-less. Somewhere along the way, my subconscious must have become aware of the fact that I was dreaming because soon, the buns were there. Ooooh, the burgers were sooooo good! Munch, munch , munch. It wasn't long before I was eating 2 or 3 at a time, and then the table was covered in burgers, and I was sooooo happy! Double cheeseburgers as far as the eye could see! Oh, I was so happy! And then, each time, I would jerk myself awake: "No! Don't eat it! You'll get sick!"

It was a long 3 hours.

Then I had to go give report cards out to my "gifted" students at Governor's School. A couple cried over their C's. One walked up to me and said. "What's with the F?" When I reminded him of the work he never turned in, he nodded and said, "Yeah, that makes sense." Then he went and sat down. Kids. Go figure.

Annie got her very first report card today. 2 A's and 3 B+'s. Not bad. Down a little from her interim report, but not bad, considering what flakes 6th graders tend to be. I congratulated her and gave her a hug. She was happy.

Tonight, I hope I dream about food again. It makes for a rough night, but it makes my tummy feel not quite so sad.