I have horrific dreams. I have dreams that seriously make me question my mental (in)stability. When I hear about other people’s dreams, I find myself wishing that I could have normal, safe, sane dreams like theirs; simple things like forgetting their milk money, being chased by wolves, being wholly unprepared for a test…I would love to have dreams that are so banal. No, I get Continue reading
Category Archives: Dream
Mind elsewhere
Today has been long. As usual, I’m having another spell of bad sleeping. Not unusual. For me, insomnia often goes hand-in-hand with nightmares, and last night’s was nothing short of disturbing . . . not that any of my nightmares are anything but deeply disturbing. This one, at least, was screwed up enough to even make the husband cringe when I relayed it to him. Long story Continue reading
Groggy
I know I have a psychotic sleep schedule, what with going to bed between three and five in the morning and then having insomnia mess up whatever sleep I do get, but another sleep problem I have is with dreaming. There are some nights when I dream so vividly and intensely, that waking up in the morning is disorienting and more sluggish than usual. Last night was one of those nights Continue reading
Zombie
Speaking of zombies, I was sort of a zombie last night. It’s no secret that I talk in my sleep, saying stupid things like “Protect the mail; the monkeys are coming to steal it,” but last night I was more confusing and adamant than usual, I think. The thing is, I really only remember bits and pieces, and what I remember is far patchier than what Ian remembers, but that’s what he’s here for: to fill Continue reading
Fortune Telling
I’ve been dreaming a lot lately, which means not a lot of good sleep, but it does prove for fascinating sources of ideas and imagery. Last night, for instance, I was in the middle of a rather long series of dreams when one popped up which involved my siblings. Actually, Mom, Dad, and Aunt Pamela were there too, and I seem to remember Grandma Nolan making a brief Continue reading
Hazy
I dream too much. There are just days–soemtimes sometimes in a row–where I dream damn-near non-stop and wake up groggy, hazy, and confusef confused. I’ve been awake now nearly a half an hour, and I’m still not processing much at the moment other than I need to brush my teeth. Last night’s dreams consisted of going to a dilapidated theater to support an Africa-AIDS- Continue reading
That’s it, I’m done.
All right, no more sleep for me for today. Or for the rest of the week, I think. I just woke up from this psychotic dream, and I’m just done. That’s it. I really don’t feel like sleeping again for a long time. Hell, I might just check myself into therapy after the gem of a dream I just woke up from. I mean, there’s psychotic, and then there’s “Goddammit what the @#$% is wrong with me?!?!” I Continue reading
Grarr dreaming!
Yesterday evening, I couldn’t seem to stay awake. I couldn’t concentrate on one thing for more than about five to ten minutes at a time, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I resisted the temptation because I’ve been feeling lazy enough lately as it is, but going to sleep at eight seemed more than excessively early to me. Drowsiness won over, however, and I conked out around nine, only to Continue reading
Odd dream
I had an odd dream last night. I was in the blue bedroom of my parents’ house back when it belonged to me and Katie, and I was talking to Tommy, just chit-chatting and talking about random things. Suddenly, my mouth felt like I was drooling, like I couldn’t stop salivating and liquid just kept pouring out. I put my hands over my mouth to stop it, but it wouldn’t. Pulling a Continue reading