Dreams And Nightmares.... Are We Having Fun Yet?

Last week Mr. Snoots came home and stated, "Honey, since you've always been such a wonderful Mom and wife (Huh? Since when?) I'm going to take you to Las Vegas for Mother's Day!" I'm thinking "But we just went to Las Vegas", but kept my mouth closed (for once). "Okaaaaay," I slowly replied. "Are you sure this is a good time? You know, the Wynn isn't cheap."

He said "Oh, we're not staying at the Wynn this time. I want to stay at the Golden Nugget downtown. Remember, I won $300.00 downtown last time on a $0.25 slot with one pull of the arm." He failed to recall that I'd won $1900.00 at the Wynn, but still I held my tongue, almost amused. "Get on the laptop computer and find us a deal for that weekend, okay?" And this is for…me, huh? I'll bite. Whatever.

The entire time I'm thinking about the old quote from a book… "How does one go back to the farm after you've seen Paris?" Indeed. And, this isn't Paris we're going to see. Still, I complied and got the reservations for air and hotel, which is considerably less money… because I'm such a great mom, and wife, and all. It took quite a while but I managed to finalize our plans and we're set to go.

Fast-forward a week to yesterday. Mr. Snoots comes home and tells me he just paid our taxes for last year and told me he nearly had a coronary, after having a very good year last year. I stroked him and said I understood, since we have to pay those taxes during a not-so-good year. That's life, right?

He then says "You need to contact the hotel and ask them if they have a courtesy car (meaning van) that can pick us up at the airport." "But we've always taken a taxi" said I.

"Fine. Then find out how much it would cost to take the city bus from the airport to the hotel." WHAT? With all of our bags? This could happen if Hell were to freeze over, I assure you. It will not be happening on this trip.

Who, Me? my expression said. "Will do" I replied. As If.

He went on. "Then you need to see if we can upgrade from the South Tower to the North Tower before we arrive. You can handle that, right?" Oh, sure. I'm a tree. I can bend. (NOT!)

Of course, I was being ungrateful, since it's all supposed to be for me. You know, since I'm such a great Mom, and wife, and all.

So, last night I went to bed and had the most awful nightmares. At one point I was hurting so badly in my dream, with a pain in my back, I thought I was going to die. I've never felt real live pain in a dream before and I was doing my best to try and pull myself out of the dream, but it took a while. I wasn't sure if it was real or a dream. I'm telling you the pain was excruciating and it was really beginning to freak me out! I know I cried some and yelled out some, but it was one of those silent yells that no one can hear.

When I was finally able to bring myself out of my sleep, I realized there was no pain and that it had been a dream. I was sweating, had tears streaming down my face, I was sick to my stomach and panting. Still, I was so relieved to be awake. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I even looked around the bed to make sure that I had not been lying on something that had caused the pain. There was nothing.

Tonight I don't even want to go to sleep. I'm that freaked out by the ordeal. I might just stay up all night. I don't want to go through it again.

What does it all mean Dr. Freud? Do you suppose it was my guilt for not being grateful or what?