Nightmares

Last night (or this morning actually) I dreamed that my brother was borrowing a vest I had knitted out of twinkle. He was going to wear it to work and I was devastated that he was going to get it all sweaty and dirty and maybe the yarn was going to be cut (he works at a golf course). I was yelling at him not to take it. I screamed at the top of my lungs. But he took it anyway, and then I saw him driving off wearing it over a wife beater. My mom came in to see what the trouble was and I was crying and upset and she took his side! Her head was shaved too, which I found rather odd in the dream (in a "when did she find the time to do that?" and "why would she do that" kind of way).

That was the first of three anxiety dreams I had this morning...it was odd.