i am the horse?

had a dream last night. well, actually this morning, sometime between when i first woke up and then fell back to sleep and woke again.

i dreamt that lindsay and i were going to get our hair cut together. my mom had made an appointment for me with a girl named lisa. my appointment was for 1900 and she didn't take me until 2020. then when she started to cut it, it was like we were in a club and they were getting ready for a busy night. she had only begun to work on the back when she started to drink and talk with coworkers. someone else was working on lindsay's hair, equally half-assed. i was like, "fuck." but so uber patient at the same time. she kept apologizing and i was my usual "oh no that's ok! i understand!" push-over self. then it was 2300! ridiculous! and she was still on just worked on the back. i got up and talked to lindsay who was also left alone without her hair dresser. we went and found them at a table and yelled at them for not doing a good job. lisa looked so hurt and taken aback. lindsay and i had also had a few drinks and yelled at her that she could pay for those out of her "own fucking pockets!" then we laughed really hard and mean right in her face. we ran out of there and were checking our hair out in a trucks' side mirror. we decided they were the best hair cuts ever even though they weren't finished. we were acting very drunk. we half ran, half skipped across the parking lot and bought pita's from a pita store. then we ran back and lindsay left. alex showed up and i was explaining to him how angry i was. we got in his truck, me in the driver's side. next thing i knew, he and i are waking up, sans clothing. i was sort of covered with the green and orange afghan from my house. i wrapped it around me dress style and alex put something on. this guy then tapped on my window and told us to hurry up and follow him. he said he knew the way and all we had to do is follow. apparently i knew what he's talking about because i agreed. it's suddenly winter and yet i was still just wearing an afghan and driving barefoot. i followed this guy in his truck, and we were driving on these wide windy ski trails that i've dreamt about before. i was having a hard time keeping up when i noticed that i was no longer driving a truck but rather, a horse drawn carraige. alex is gone. and then, i was on the horses back spurring him to go faster and give it more to make it up this hill. then i was the horse and i looked behind me to see a semi catching up fast! i kicked into high gear even though i was certain i had no gears left. them i was me again, pushing the horse, faster, faster, faster, hurry up!

that's it. i woke up. my dreams rarely have conclusions. it's frustrating.

in other news, so far i'm enjoying my work outs. i went and did legs today for the first time by myself and it was good. when i got home, i attempted to go for a run but i wasn't feeling it. the whole idea is to do cardio on the same day as legs so i'll just have to suck up the sore muscle pain next time and do it. i do arms tomorrow after i get off from the hospital. i hope it exhausts me so i can fall right into bed at night. i just love the feeling at the end of the day that i've got nothing left to give.