So why have I been having stress dreams all week? I have the apartment key! And the big stuff has been moved… Besides the obvious…ahem.

Tuesday night. I woke up next to Mark and pulled away, as if I remembered that I was mad at him about something. Of course, then I realized, I wasn’t mad at anything and I must have been in my dream. After falling back to sleep, I had a dream that Mark and I went to show the apartment to someone, and we saw our new landlord sneaking inside our door to the living room when we came around the corner.

Wednesday night? I had some odd dream about the woman I used to live next door to growing up. My second mom, Janet. Something bad was happening with her and her husband and I was supposed to stay at home to try to help them out, but instead I knew I was leaving? Mark told me that he also had a dream about his hometown that night as well, but he was in school.

And last night? Oh this one is good. Real good. I had a dream that Michael Scott…

…was hiding out in the closet of my new apartment. Mark and I kept trying to tell him he HAD to leave, but apparently he did something “very bad” and told us he was never leaving, ever. We would have to live with him and deal with it. Quite animated he was, hiding from *them* in our closet. And as crazy as this sounds, it was stressful, because we had no idea how to get the *guy from the office* out of our closet! And of course, no one would believe us! Not Steve Carell in our closet, but Michael Scott. The Captain of Dunder-Mifflen. 😉