Today is Saturday!! It's supposed to be the day that you do all kinds of fun things. My plans were, to go to the gym and join in a new class called "New Body". I figured, a new body is what I'm looking for, maybe I can find it at "this" class. Lol 

Well, it didn't happen!! I don't even remember setting an alarm, so of course, I didn't wake up!! To my surprise, even my husband didn't try and wake me. He usually tries his luck or brings me food in bed, but not today, thank God!! I awoke about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I quickly ran to the toilet then grabbed a bite to eat and slithered back to bed.  

I fell right back to sleep, no problems. I must have been extra tired from no sleep the night before (thanks to the Fuckin Campbelltown Council) that I crash right into a vivid dream. 

My dream was centred around a motel room. Of course me and Mr. B were in bed (nothing was happening between the sheets, so get your mind out of the gutter). There was some kind if commotion going on outside, but I felt paralysed by fear. It felt like I was in a scene from a drug movie. Like the bad guys were searching rooms, looking for their lost drugs. 

That's when I reached under my pillow and touched a box. I pulled the box out from under my pillow to have a closer look. It looked like a black jewellery box, one that might hold a bracelet. I instantly felt fuzzy inside. I slowly cracked the box open, trying to steal a peek of it's contents. To my surprise, it wasn't jewellery.

There was a black piece of paper, like a kind of lining, protecting what was underneath. I lifted the lining and underneath were lots and lots of thin white papers. All were perfectly cut to the same size of the box (sort of like a double deck of cards) I'd seen this kind of paper before, in my real life. I instantly knew it was sheets of LSD snow flake Acid!!

I suddenly became frightened for my life. This feeling is very overwhelming. You know or sense that you're dreaming but you feel the emotions like they are real. 

I quickly jumped out of the motel bed to look for a hiding place for these drugs. I knew if the people making the commotion outside found this in our room, that they would kill us.  My heart was racing. I was franticly looking everywhere for a good hiding place. Rushing around the room (all the while Mr. B didn't move) I didn't sense that he was dead but I sensed that something was wrong with him. I was fumbling around so much that no one could have been sleeping through this noise.

I settled on hiding the black box in the box-spring mattress. I reached under the bed and the lining of the mattress was torn. I quickly placed the box on a board. Then I stumbled back to bed. In my rush, all the cover got caught up between my feet. I began kicking my feet, trying to free them. I must have been doing this in real life, because I sort of woke up a bit and my feet were tangled in "My" bed sheets. 

After my brief arousal, I fell right back into my dream, right where I'd left off. Of course I quickly recover from my entanglement, just in the nick if time. The 'Gangsters/Hit-men" forced their way into the room and began searching everything. They grab Mr. B's by shoulders, shaking him, trying unsuccessfully to arouse him. They then looked to me waiting for an answer to why he was passed out. All I could say is "Drunk". I said this in a very small voice shrugging my shoulders at the same time. I knew, by the way I'd replied, that they didn't believe me. My response seem unbelievable, even to me. This gave them the need to search more thoroughly. I remained completely still, only my eyes were darting around the room from "Gangster" to "Gangster". I was trying to decide which one was the killer and which one was scarier. 

This is where my dream ended!! I guess my subconscious was satisfied with my hiding place and that allowed my mind to escape this nightmare.

When I finally woke up it was 11pm. I'd slept for almost 18 hours. I amaze myself, trust me!!