I rarely have dreams. Well technically I rarely remember the dreams I have. Last night was different.

I had a vivid dream.

It was about me stressing about my blog. I was panicking about what topics to write about. I was thinking too much about scheduling posts. I was stressing that every post had to be about a topic I felt passionate about. The stress of it all was too much. I was contemplating closing up my blog for good. No more writing, no more stress.

In fact, it was so unsettling that in the dream I had an anxiety attack. I dreamt I was short of breath. I tried to calm myself down by breathing slowly. But I couldn’t catch my breath.

The shortness of breath actually woke me up.

And then it dawned on me.  In real life (versus dream world) my cat was sleeping near my face. I’m super allergic to him. I was actually having an asthma attack. One puff of my inhaler and I went back to sleep.

I think this was a subliminal message though. My cat would rather have me pet him then type on the keyboard. He really is a devil in disguise. Bastard cat.

I don’t have to work today however my iHome alarm clock didn’t get the message. Bastard. It has a great alarm feature which sets an alarm 5 consecutive days for those of us who work the traditional M-F work week.

On the upside, I got 6 hours of solid sleep and feel pretty good. Plus I had some time to review my blog stats.

Then it hit me. I can be so stinking insensitive. Someone did a google search for “I was kidnapped” and my recent blog post is listed on the first page. Sadly it refers to a true story, I really was kidnapped at the age of 4. However my blog post makes light of the situation.

There was a person out there wanting to understand how others coped with being kidnapped and share their experiences over the world wide web. I made a joke that I was a failure as a kid since I was returned after a several hours in my kidnapping saga.

Basically my iHome alarm clock’s evil trick to wake me up on a non-workday was payback for crushing someone’s support group search. Karma is a bitch. Today I’m her insensitive follower.

With that subject line it may be clear that I’m single. Anyhow, I ALWAYS have batteries. I buy them in bulk. My trips to Home Depot usually end with grabbing another bulk package of AA’s. This overstock issue came in handy recently.

At 2:30 in the morning, my  upstairs hallway smoke detector beeped.  I jumped out of bed.  Then it beeped again. When I say beeped the second time, I mean it SCREAMED a solid high pitched piercing sound with no break. As you’d expect, I ran downstairs and opened my battery drawer where I found two 9V batteries. Lucky for me I have a 70 pound solid wood chopping block in my kitchen that makes for the perfect step ladder. Sure I lugged this piece up a flight of stairs. No problem, I’ve been working out. And who doesn’t want to flex at 2:30 in the morning. Problem solved. Sound stopped.

Smoke detectors are a necessity. I have 7 in my home. But why in the hell do they only make noise in the middle of the night?!?! Seriously, I want to know.

However, what bothered me most…I only had two 9V batteries. Today I went to the grocery store and bought 12 more.