I've been watching all of the seasons of Smallville, the show about how Clark Kent became Superman. My friend Kristyn is lending them to me season by season and I am ADDICTED. It's not healthy.
This dream was a direct result of me watching two episodes right before falling asleep:
Clark Kent and I (I was Lois Lane and my husband Dan was Clark, lucky me) decided that it was time to purchase a house in Metropolis so that Clark/Superman could be close to his work (protecting Metropolis). We found a beautiful mansion on an island overlooking the city, but it was falling apart. We decided that was fine and we bought it and turned it into a glorious house and a restaurant... what?
Suddenly, I was Lois, Head Chef of my house restaurant and mother of two babies who I don't know. The dream became a story of how stressed I was working full time and being a mom while my super husband was always gone saving the world. My nails even started pealing off... nasty.
One night, while I was carrying my baby son upstairs to change his poopy diaper, we were attacked by one of my sous chefs. I decided that the best defense would be to stick my poopy butted child into this dudes face. It WORKED! He fell over dead.
I woke up and immediately told my hubby. He was not too excited because I have dreams like this every night. :)