Left Boob, Right Hand

I slept really well last night. When my blackberry alarm went off at 7:45 am, which is later than I should have risen, I grabbed it, hit snooze and somehow, miraculously fell back into a deep sleep.

When I woke up – oh, a cool 15 minutes later, I was laying peacefully on my back, in sort of a coffin-style position (just in time for Halloween). The first thing I noticed, however, was that my right hand had a pretty good hold of my left boob. And my arm wasn’t sore from clenching, no. It was sort of a peaceful, restful hold. I chuckled out loud.

First of all, I must address the chuckle. That my friends, is pretty good, because contrary to my normal inclinations, I’ve been waking up lately with worry and to-do lists on the brain, so the laughter was a welcome guest this morning. And people, I know this is an aside to that – but believe me, I KNOW I shouldn’t be worrying, and have some serious meditation to do to get off my arse and start creating an incredible future – but I knew some of you were too smart to let that “worry” thing pass you by.

So, back to my story.

Talk about Girls Gone Wild!  And I wasn’t even TRYING!  Tell me people, what could it MEAN? Why is it that a girl wakes up peacefully holding her breast?  I could NOT for the life of me get a “hold” of my breast while awake, without clenching or “grabbing.”  Believe me! I tried to recreate it! 

I know, I’m an odd one. 

But apart from the dream I had last night, where I was dating a wild and crazy rock star (which – okay – I sort of AM), and the fact that a dream like that could elicit all manner of mayhem in my bed.  Apart from that, why my boob? And why so peaceful? And why coffin-style?

Tell me, oh great dream interpreters, please! And does the meaning change if it was reversed? Right boob, left hand?

Am I reading too much into this? heh heh

I gotta say, this Halloween weekend is getting off to a jolly old wild and crazy little start.

I’m going to be an officer of the law, and I’ll be on patrol on Main Street in Santa Monica with my funny, sexy, handsome man M.C. Nugget (@EmceeNug on Twitter). He’s dressing as Fred the Wonder Chicken (remember him?) – dressed as a pirate.  I wanted him to be my jailbird, but M.C. says he’ll be a criminal from a different era. I’ll be walking around saying things like “I’m gonna’ have to confiscate that yummy drink you just got” and stuff like that.

Here’s my costume – and YES – I am bringing my full-length coat so I don’t freeze.

And here is the picture from last year, with FWC and I dressed as Pirates.  This will be Nuggie this year:

Stay tuned next week when I tell-all. Oh – and I’ll fill you in on the red carpet event I took my peeps to earlier this week!

Have a safe, fun, scary, ghostly time this weekend you gorgeous men and women!

Love you people! Mmmmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhhhhh!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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