My brain, it hates me!
I woke last night from one of the worst nightmares I have had in awhile. I swear, my heart must have been doing about 130 bpm, it was that intense. The sheets were covered in sweat and I think I may have actually been crying.
I tried to focus on something different, but even as the memory of the dream faded, I was still struggling with the fear left behind. Since I couldn’t shake it, I got my little butt out of the bed and wandered down stairs and logged onto my computer. I found a lovely e-card from a new friend (if you ever see this, thank you!) and then spent some time perusing my favorite kittehs. Wonderful distractions, both.
I finally got myself tired enough to return to sleep, but sadly, my dreams were wonky for the rest of the night. I was actually rather thankful when the alarm went off at stupid o’clock.
If this trend of bad dreams continues, I fear I’m going to have to give myself a lobotomy!
For now, I’m just going to suck down about 20 cups of coffee, paint a smile on my face, and crawl into my workload! That should get my mind off whatever nonsense my brain is attempting to tell me.
As if I don’t already know…