Papertowel Roll Children, Rotten Brocilli, Dancing Meat, the Invincible Shrinking Snake, and the Beach

Whew!  My mind must have been on overdrive of crazy last night. 

the first part of my dream that I remember was being in a basement with a bunch of children, who in my dream, were my children. there were more than a dozen of them.  I told them all that their dad would be home soon, so they had to either turn into paper towel rolls or disappear.  They all choose paper towel rolls and then made themselves into a hanging design that looked like a little hanging lamp and they spelled out "thank you" out of their paper towel roll selves. 

I go up the stairs to the garage, just in time for brad to arrive home driving a "mormon assault vehicle" full of groceries.  he told me that he saw something funny moving on the wall of the garage and thought it was our children disguised as paper towel rolls.  I kept reassuring him that it was not.  (for some reason he wasn't supposed to know that I and the children could change ourselves into paper towel rolls.)

Then, the mailman drives up in a large produce truck with a delivery for "Brad and Marie Barrett."  I'm confused as to why it would have my maiden name on it, and so is Brad.  It's a package or rotten broccoli. We don't know why we got it, or why it's addressed to "brad and marie Barrett." The mailman is getting short tempered with us and just tells us to sign for it.  We do, the mailman climbs back in the produce truck, and before he drives off, brad asks me if I ordered it.  I say no, and so he throws the rotten broccoli back in to the back of the produce truck just as the mailman starts up the truck and drives off.

I turn around to help tak ein groceries, and we have one of those refrigerated display tables in the middle of the garage (like in teh grocery store where they have packages of cheese or hot dogs or meat).  I look inside it, adn there are two long sausage links conected by a toothpick dancing together.  When I see them, they start chasing some of those (i call them) teeny weenys.  All covered in cheese and honey mustard and BBQ sauce.

I go in the house, but all of a sudden I'm in a conference room at some old university meeting with the presidency of a sorority/fraternity, who happens to be Brad's cousins (children of his late Uncle Bruce).  they are arguing about the budget.  One of the cousins is accusing them of frivolously spending her father's money, another wants to have a party with kegs, and another is picking her nose, and the other is just taking notes. I'm told to go type something up.  While on the internet, I find a page about an invincible snake that when ever it's head is severed from its body, the head just turns into a smaller snake.  And out from under the desk comes this black snake.  I start beating it with a textbook like a bat.  it flies to the wall and it's head falls off, and then becomes a smaller snake.  This happens over and over until the snake is the size of a fly.  I try stepping on it, but there is carpet, so I can never squish it fully.

i run out of the room and suddenly, i'm at the beach. My mom, sister Lisa, munchkin, and I are all sitting in lawn chairs at the edge of the water.  Munchkin is in her playpen.  the tide begins coming in, so we all move back to the water breaker wall.  but Lisa keeps Naomi at the same place, and the water is coming in.  she wants to teach Naomi to swim, so she doesn't take her out of the rising water. It keeps getting higher and higher, until she is completely under the water.  I keep freaking out and try to take her out, but Lisa puts her back in the water face first. I finally get back to the water wall, but Naomi is gone.  Brad has her, and he's coming to pick us up from the beach and everything is ok. Then I wake up.

Yeah... talk about crazy-ness.  And to top it all off, oi had a very restless night's sleep.  I just started a Biggest Loser challenge with my In-Laws, and one of the challenges is to get 6 hrs + of sleep per night.  Every time I turned over or even got close to waking up, I would tell myself over and over; go to sleep, you need 6 hours of sleep!  When I finally woke up this morning, I felt like I had not gotten any sleep at all, but I must have to have had such crazy dreams, right?