My Wacky Pie Dream…

Okay, so this past weekend I had the opportunity to do something I have been wanting to do for a long time. I took my baby boy to the farm to meet his family for the first time. I will blog about this a little later, because trust me it was awesome, but something happened while we were down there and it’s just too whacky not to share.

Okay, so picture Donna and I sleeping in the sun-room at my parents house w/ baby Spencer in his pack and play just a few feet away. It was about 4am when I had this crazy vivid dream that I was eating a piece of my mom’s lemon icebox pie (that she has always had waiting for me when I visit). The only problem is that I had this awesome piece of pie in front of me but not a thing in the world to eat it with so I obviously do the right thing and start digging in with hands. Well, about halfway through the piece of pie someone comes up and gives me this weird look and says, “your hands are going to be sticky” (don’t  ask me who because I can’t remember for the life of me), but the best part of the dream is when I fired right back at them and said, “no they won’t, watch this!” and out of nowhere a deer appears and licks my fingers!! How freaking awesome is that?? I woke up right about then and was laying there thinking to myself how crazy that dream was, and then I’m pretty sure I laughed to myself for a few minutes before realizing….  there’s pie in the refrigerator!

So, now somewhat conscious I make my way to the kitchen and pull out the pie from the secret refrigerator that my mom always puts them in and I’m making my way to the kitchen when I look standing in the doorway is Donna. She was literally snoring out loud 3 seconds ago. She said, “what are you doing?” and I jumped about 3 feet in the air but still managed to hold onto the pie. I catch my breath and explain to her that I had this wacky dream that involved a deer and he licked my hand and now I was fixing to have pie. She then, (keep in mind she’s half asleep too), starts to tell me that I shouldn’t have the pie…  The conversation goes like this…

Donna: What are you doing?
Me: I’m fixing to eat a piece of pie?
Donna: at 4am?
Me: Yeah, I had this dream, now I want pie.
Donna: Don’t eat that because it will be loud and wake up Spencer
Me: (glancing down at the pie for a second) It’s a pie, not a subwoofer!
Donna: I’m going back to bed…

I had my pie, it was awesome and we laughed about it the next morning. This whole sequence of events was probably a lot funnier than I just gave it justice but I had to share…