2 Dreams=life changing habits

Last night I had a hard time sleeping. Why? Dance Moms. 

I had the most dramatic dream last night. I can't remember the details other than it was about dress shopping and people stealing each others dresses and it was stressful  In an effort to "reset my dream" I got up and checked on Colt and came back.In my almost comatose state trying to return to slumber, I distinctly remember identifying that it was the dramatic show that would make me have a dream like that. I think the thought went * insert long disgusted growling "Stupid dance moms, it WOULD be the thing I watched before going to bed. You are stupid too with your immature drama and witch like laughter. In order to fall back asleep I am going to have to jump start a new dream more dramatic than your stupid show, like a fear of mine, like tornadoes."

Begin new state of sleeping.

Colt and I had just come back from grocery shopping, as did the whole town, because the whole town goes at the same time. of course  We were getting ready to do naptime when I looked out the window and with a FLASH a perfectly formed tornado appeared (thanks whoever shared that picture on facebook the other day of a perfect tornado, I thought it was Whitney, but I can't find proof...) So I grabbed Erica and her daughter who is Colt's age, and we went around the corner of the hallway  away from any windows (because that was the "safe" area that was "lower than a basement" remember, I was dreaming) After the tornado was gone, the town had a breakfast together in the wreckage. Good thing we had just gone shopping right?

Good news, I survived my tornado with class. Bad news, the best thing I have to blog about at this time is my lame dreams