It's been awhile since I've blogged a dream ...

I should keep a little side bar list of things I mean to blog, though - like our nature hike the other day, and the enchilada recipe, and the BOX I got, because otherwise I'll forget.

But, while the gooey lemon buttercake is in the oven, I'll quick blog one of last night's dream.

Pre-dream (in reality): the last few days, as I've put lotion on my face, I've noticed the skin along my jawline is not very soft and smooth. It's not dry and flaky rough, nor is it acne rough ... it's just sort of rough. And so, although I am not one to pursue a dermatologist for smooth, flawless skin, I did muse over it with a "huh." sort of reaction.

So on to the dream. In my dream I was looking in the mirror and realized not only was my skin a little rough along the jawline and under the jawline, it was also a little darker. I leaned closer to the mirror and tilted my head back to look and realized there were actual hairs there.

Dark hairs.

Many many dark hairs.

About 1" long.

I had, in fact, a full beard growing under my jawline.

And for quite some time, apparently.

I was shocked, appalled, and mortified. Why hadn't anyone told me?

And what should I do, now? Trying to hurry to get ready for church! With a full beard under my jawline! There was no way I could pluck them all. I hurriedly decided I'd have to shave...

... and then find the electrolysis doctor who attended our church. (What a relief that we had one! Doesn't every church??)

I did find the doctor.

He said certainly he could help me, and clearly it was due to a hormonal imbalance. In fact, he was sure I had a hormonal imbalance because we have so many children. Most women my age, he explained, have only one or two, maybe three at most. So he could give me something that would take care of both hormonal issues.

I spluttered that having many children was not at all a hormonal imbalance, and that most women in our culture artificially limit their fertility, choosing only to have one or two or three. I tried to explain that children are blessings and we simply choose to not limit or avoid having them. But he was unchanged in his opinions.

And thus the dream ended, flustered and still with a beard.