Posted by BeardedLady on October 22, 2002, at 6:55:47
In reply to Another thing..., posted by Rach on October 21, 2002, at 20:21:09
I had tried all day to write a poem, and it was so bad that when Marty read it, he didn't even know what to say! So I crumpled it up and threw it in the trash.
I woke up at 12:30, went to the bathroom, went back to bed, and had a dream that my parents were kidnapping me and my sister, and I was calling 911 while they were loading the car. My mom came in and caught me, and she tried to stab me, and I ended up stabbing her repeatedly all over her face, even cutting her eye in half.
I woke up thinking it was late, but I didn't look at the clock and instead might have fallen asleep, but my daughter lost her buddies and came in my room at 2:15, at which time I went in the guest room and took a sleeping pill.
Then I had a dream that my mom found the serial sniper outside, and he was an eight-year-old boy with crazy eyes. She determined he had rabies, and we were all bummed out because we had to all get rabies shots, and he got off from all the killings because the rabies made him do it.
So I guess the sniper thing might have some merit. We don't know what bothers us sometimes.
When I was robbed at gunpoint, I slept like a rock for months afterward! After 9/11, I was an irritated sleeper for a few weeks.
I told myself before bed last night that I would not wake up after my dream and that I would sleep til 3:30. I am usually able to control that, but this time I failed. I seem to be "winning" in my dreams, but they are still crappy dreams!
Tonight will be the night I tough it out, as I don't have any major plans for tomorrow and can be lazy if I want.
beardy
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