My stress dreams have been getting worse. Last night I dreamed that I lost my favorite black iPhone, the one where I keep all my pictures of Blue Ivy Carter. Then I dreamed that Tom Hardy kept telling me to get naked but I was wearing layers and layers of Saint Laurent Paris that I couldn’t get off.
It was then that I woke up at 10:45 AM, which is both the earliest and latest I’ve ever gotten out of bed.
I talked to my therapist and she said it’s because of my unresolved emotional issues. But then I talked to my nutritionist and she said it’s probably because last week I experimented with adding acai berry extract to my morning smoothie. Then again it might be because I still haven’t come to terms with New York Fashion Week moving from Bryant Park to Lincoln Center. Who knows.