The last couple nights, I've been plagued with nightmares. Nightmares about stalkers, nightmares that I'm working at Target again, nightmares about medical crises, and others I thankfully managed to block out.
It was getting to the point that I was dreading nap/nighttime. I function far better if I get a nap in the afternoon, but I was feeling very persecuted, plagued, and not a little paranoid. Bubba moved out of my bed about the time the nightmares started. I can't say that I blame him - I've been told I do everything from sleepwalk, scream, moan, and cry.
Who'd want to sleep with that? Due to unfortunate events yesterday, I didn't even get my nap. Certified mail package, phone calls, and noisy neighbors all conspired to keep me awake. Last night I had a total of 3 recalled nightmares. That's a record.
Today I came home exhausted. I had hoped I could get my nap, but my power-equipment neighbor had other ideas. Weed whacking, mowing, any rest I got was incredibly fitful and I was starting down the nighmare path.
I felt a pressure at the foot of the bed. Then, something soft curled up by my feet. Frosty. I remember a good, drooling nap (the kind where I wake up with a very dry mouth and a full bladder). I had a marathon dream, I have them occasionally. Sometimes I participate, sometimes I'm a spectator. This time I was at a store that was IKEA but it wasn't. I had a pink contemporary loveseat I'd dragged out to the front of the store so I could watch the race and read my manual. I was chatting with people. Then I woke up.
I wish my doctor could write me a prescription for the cats to sleep with me every night as needed.
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