Sugar and Dreams

  These past few days have been a struggle for me. Physically more than mentally, thank God! I think I'm fighting off the cold my husband and daughter have.
  But be proud of me! I still took Ali on her walk yesterday. I was determined to stay active even though my muscles are tense and painful. I really need to teach that dog leash etiquette.
  I've been doing a lot of crafts lately. I think it's helped me a lot. Therapeutic. When I run out of crafts I bake. Cookies, breads, all things not healthy for you.
  I have a friend who is really into organic, healthy eating. I steal a lot of recipes from her. We can't really afford all organic foods, but I can use her recipes to help my own family eat healthier. I really just want to cut out our sugar consumption as well as incorporate healthy grains. I want to make these no-sugar-oat-drops and these peanut-butter-granola-bars.
   I'll never be able to become a vegan. I love milk, cheese, and meat too much. But I can make an effort to eat healthy and live healthy. It will make a difference with my mental health as well as the obvious physical health.
   I have to give credit to Pinterest. I've found awesome recipes and craft ideas there. I'm kind of addicted to that site. :)
  I'm sitting her looking at my cup of coffee and wishing I could just feel awake already. I had bad dreams last night. Violent ones.
  There was one where a bunch of young adults were lost in this jungle. The jungle was cursed and the kids were getting killed horribly, one by one. I woke up and wanted to vomit.
   Do you still remember the dreams you used to have as a child? Did you dream of flying or having a super power? I think all kids do at some point.
   One dream I remember vividly, I dreamed when I was about 8 or so.
   I was walking around this post-apocalyptic looking world. The sky was red, the sun blotted out with the smoke that rose from the black, charred ground. The only hint that the world was once civilized were the charred skeletal remains of buildings.
   I was trying to find my family. I had been separated from them at some point. I noticed some movement ahead of me. I ran forward and stopped short when I reached the twisted metal that was once the lobby of a large building.
  As I looked up I saw my family. They were all bound to the metal with chains. Their flesh was ripped away in areas and underneath looked like metal grating. They were still alive, but in searing pain. I stood there, in front of them, screaming and crying. A breeze stirred and as the sparks from the fires all around landed on the faces and bodies of my family, burning them, I woke up.
   Yeah. I had messed up dreams as a child.