Do-You-Think-He-Snore-Us

Snoring has always been a common household pest. To some, it rates right up there with the occasional lizard or cockroach. To others, there is really nothing better than snuggling up to the love of your life and falling asleep to the sound of his snore. I guess it all depends on the circumstances. Most of the time, I fall into the latter. Snoring has never really bothered me unless it's one of those nights that I just can't fall asleep no matter how much I try. Usually, it's someone else telling me how badly I snore, and I just deny it: mainly because I don't snore...

Last night, my snoring experience reached new heights. I had a dream last night that just floored me. If any of you have ever seen my Mom's old house, you'd know that it was a very tall house. Some parts of it reached over 25 feet tall, I swear. Well, last night's dream took place in my Mom's old house in Putnam County *which is weird all on its own*.

You all know how dreams are difficult to explain, so bear with me.

Starting at a pretty river in the mountains, I suddenly switch to my Mom's bedroom. There are, of course, dream extras, by which I mean that there are people there that I don't know. The extras were telling me to be really quiet. "Shhh", they said. Of course, I had no idea why anyone needed to be quiet as there was nothing in the house to hide from. I grew up here, and I knew the house inside and out. There was nothing.

All of a sudden, I heard a growl. Now, this wasn't your typcical growl. This was the growl of something that any modern day human had never heard before. I was immediately frightened beyond all belief. This was MY house. What the hell was growling like that in the house that I so know and love? I asked one of the extras, "What the heck was that?" He said, "It's a T-Rex! We've got to run!" Now because I am SO knowledgeable in the area of the T-Rex, and because I saw Jurassic Park like 50 times, I am well aware of what to do when encountered by a T-Rex.

"Don't run!" I said. "I saw this in a movie once. You need to remain completely still. The T-Rex only responds to movement!" So, naturally, everyone listened to me, as it's my damn dream. We listened longer to the growling. Then, it's as like the dinosaur disappeared. We snuck (yes, snuck is a word) around the corners of some rooms, trying to surround the dinosaur on all sides. We wanted to see just what it was doing. Then...all of a sudden...the loudest growl that this T-Rex put forth yet. It shook our ears all the way down to our esophagus. We were terrified. What was the thing doing? Well, it looked like one of my stuffed animals had pissed it off because it was killing it; not that I really liked that one anyway.

The next thing I know, the dinosaur starts to growl again. This animal has figured out that we were watching it. The loudest growl of the dream happens, and I guess I got scared because I woke up instantly to the same growl. It was my loving husband snoring. Apparently half of my dream was a dinosaur growling and I came to realize real quick that my entire dream was brought on by Rusty's snore.

There I was, laughing histerically at 2:00am with the love of my life snuggled right up next to me.