I slept really well last night. When my blackberry alarm went off at 7:45 am, which is later than I should have risen, I grabbed it, hit snooze and somehow, miraculously fell back into a deep sleep.
When I woke up – oh, a cool 15 minutes later, I was laying peacefully on my back. The first thing I noticed, however, was that my right hand had a pretty good hold of my left boob. And my arm wasn’t sore from clenching, no. It was sort of a peaceful, restful hold. I chuckled out loud.
First of all, I must address the chuckle. That my friends, is pretty good, because contrary to my normal inclinations, I’ve been waking up lately with worry and to-do lists on the brain, so the laughter was a welcome guest this morning. And people, I know this is an aside to that, but I want you to know that I ALREADY KNOW I shouldn’t be worrying, and have some serious meditation to do to get off my arse and start creating an incredible future. I knew some of you wouldn’t let that “worry” thing pass you by.
So, back to my story.
Talk about Girls Gone Wild! And I wasn’t even TRYING! Tell me people, what could it MEAN? Why is it that a girl wakes up peacefully holding her breast? I could NOT for the life of me get a “hold” of my breast while awake, without clenching or “grabbing.” Believe me! I tried to recreate it!
I know, I’m an odd one.
But apart from the dream I had last night, where I was dating a wild and crazy rock star (which – okay – I sort of AM), and the fact that a dream like that could elicit all manner of mayhem in my bed. Apart from that, why my boob? And why so peaceful? And why coffin-style?
Tell me, oh great dream interpreters, please! And does the meaning change if it was reversed? Right boob, left hand?
Am I reading too much into this? heh heh
I gotta say, this Halloween weekend is getting off to a jolly old wild and crazy little start.
I’m going to be an officer of the law, and I’ll be on patrol on Main Street in Santa Monica with my funny, sexy, handsome man M.C. Nugget (@EmceeNug on Twitter). He’s dressing as Fred the Wonder Chicken (remember him?) – dressed as a pirate. I wanted him to be my jailbird, but M.C. says he’ll be a criminal from a different era. I’ll be walking around saying things like “I’m gonna’ have to confiscate that yummy drink you just got” and stuff like that.
Here’s my costume – and YES – I am bringing my full-length coat so I don’t freeze.
And here is the picture from last year, with FWC and I dressed as Pirates. This will be Nuggie this year:
Stay tuned next week when I tell-all. Oh – and I’ll fill you in on the red carpet event I took my peeps to earlier this week!
Have a safe, fun, scary, ghostly time this weekend you gorgeous men and women!
Love you people! Mmmmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhhhhh!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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Ms. Cheevious is the alter-ego of Lisa Jey Davis (former publicist, and television talent manager, current award-winning writer & author, & health and fitness pro). Though Ms. Cheevious has become known for humor via the blog and social media, offering a lighter and brighter look at life… the blog was originally a precursor to Lisa Jey's long overdue book "Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood" which offers a fabulous, funny peek into what really goes on behind the scenes in Hollywood… a Hollywood with Lisa Jey and her funny “serendipities” in it. Think Lucille Ball meets Chelsea Handler meets the girl next door (with a little chocolate and vodka). It depicts with hilarity the innocent mistakes Lisa Jey made when launched back into the big, bad single jungle, as an unassuming single-mother in the City of Angels. It’s also about the beautiful, interesting life she led while her loving, incredible sons kept her grounded and sane amid fantastic events, new friends, parties and field trips. It also shows the turmoil and heartbreak that comes with dating and single mom life. All blog content © 2015 Ms. Cheevious aka Lisa Jey Davis
OWWWW! Going to look Sassy in that police uniform! Just promise me you won’t wear the hat like that. hehe
Hey Jared! Thanks for the comment! No – no goofy hat waring here…promise. ha ha
Don’t forget the baton — regardless of the era the copper gets to hit the criminal!!!!! haha
So back to the dream for a second, was M.C. holding your right boob in his left hand? hehe
Kris – Not sure I can find a baton at this late date. I know we mused about it, but I didn’t see one last week when I looked … and frankly, not sure I want to even venture to the stores today to look! BUT – I have hand cuffs with jewels all over them. hee hee… And – NO – M. C. was not in my dream! HA!
Ha ha!!! great blog Lisa, definitely perfect for Halloween! 😀
New to the land of Ms. Cheevious. Deeelightful.
Have also woken in the hand on boob position. Not a frequent happening, but it’s always left hand, left boob. Peaceful, yes. Though my preference would be waking to a gentleman’s hand on the boob of his choice. And I enjoy a man who is ambidextrous.
Happy Halloween!
Thanks BigLittle! So glad you like! I REALLY like your posts here! ha ha! Keep ’em comin! xo
Oh – and thanks Muck! You rock!
I wanna see YOU in the costume! Upload more pics!
Love the boob story, BTW!
Thanks Mimi! Will do – soon — very soon!
I do it ALL the time. It’s hard to not hold my breasts. I have NO idea how it started or why. I was at work around kids and suddenly it dawned at me I was doing it…that’s how much I do it. I went on a road trip with my cousin and he told me the first morning…”dude you sleep holding your tit!” He said I did it every night after that too. I wish I knew what the deal was but I don’t…that being said I am okay with it. I don’t grab or squeeze or otherwise fondle mine when I hold them so it isn’t sexual it is just comfortable. Boobs rock!
Well put… boobs do rock.