Crunk Kids... Crunk Dreams....

Well, it is Saturday.  Did I get to sleep in? NO.  Not even a little bit. In fact, I was awakened even earlier than I am on weekdays.  After sleeping to a reasonable hour all week, Little A decided to pick this day to wake up extremely early.  She came bounding, and I mean BOUNDING, into my room at 5: 50 something!  She jumped right on me and asked what she should do!  I was in the middle of a very crunk dream that needed to be finished because it was the sort of dream that sticks in your mind and can ruin the mood of the day if not properly reconciled. My answer to her was--- "GO BACK TO SLEEP!"  Obviously, she didn't obey, because a few minutes later, she came back in complaining that Big A wouldn't play with her.  I came out of my horrible dream world, and told her to leave me alone.  Then I faded back into the dream--- I remember eating a bowl full of blueberries, only to discover, as I was about to take the last bite, a fat, nasty earthworm in the bowl!  I dreamed I almost puked!  The entire dream was whack li maybe a stun gun to zap them when the bother me in the morning....   In any event, I gave up on turning my dream around, and now I am up.  Sitting here with a glassy-eyed appearance, feeling like a zombie--- the coffee is slowly bringing me back ke that...  I don't even want to go into it, because I would rather forget it... The gist of it was unrequited love, being a prisoner in a disgusting place, and being constantly chased by some unknown "thing".  Basically it was a combination of all of my most dreaded nightmares in one.  Fun.  Anyway, the children began coming into my room every 5 to 10 minutes to "ask" me questions---  basically pulling me out of my crunk dream world and into consciousness just long enough to make the dream even more disturbing when I returned to it.  Why can't these children leave me alone for more than 10 minutes at a time??????  Why can't they work out their own problems for themselves???  Why can't I have just a few minutes of privacy in a day????  I need a lock on my door (the current lock is broken), ear plugs for my ears, and maybe a stun gun to zap them when they disturb me in the mornings.  Finally I gave up on "fixing" my dream, and I got up.  Now I am sitting here with a glassy-eyed appearance, drinking some coffee.  The caffeine is slowly starting to take effect. I am trying bring myself back into  the real world.  But the going is slow.  My limbs feel heavy, and my mind keeps replaying the horrible event of my dream.  Ugh.  This is gonna be a long day. :(