Damn nightmares!

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I was having one of those really bizarre, "someone's in my bedroom," hallucination type dreams/nightmares. It happened twice tonight. It's been about two years since I had one. I woke up screaming. I don't know if it was an actual scream--I'll have to ask my downstairs friend and see if he heard anything in the morning.

I've had these damned things only occasionally. They are so real feeling that you can't believe you are only dreaming. It's like they are some non sequitur at the end of a pleasant dream, the kind which wake you up to alert you to a presence in the room.

The first one I had years ago, I woke up and thought I saw a ninja in the room, ready to lop off my head with his sword. The second I turned on the light, I realized it was a dream.

Tonight, the first of these nightmares had me waking up to yell at one of the cats who was defecating on the bed. The second one was about either two cats or two kids, covered quite literally with mud, right behind me on the edge of the bed. I woke up screaming, and of course, there was nothing there. Only now, about an hour later, do I feel like I could possibly go back to bed and try to sleep.

I'm hoping it'll be a quieter two hours of sleep for the remainder of the night.

[cornermouse]

1. Hint:

Next time you think someone's about to chop off your head, get off the bed.

Why would you be screaming at muddy kids or cats? Mothers see muddy kids all the time. You pick them up and drop them in the tub. Cats take care of any mud, themselves. That's everyday life.

Think of good things. Things like walking barefoot down a "road" that consists of tire tracks of soft, warm dirt with grass growing up in the middle, startling a quail up from some weeds off to the side, a bluebird sitting on a fence post watching till you get so close that it flies away, wildflowers popping up occasionally along to side of the road, wild blackberries that you pick as you go and pop in your mouth. Think of a pond surrounded by trees, a lizard scuttling away from you, frogs jumping in as you pass along the shore, one particular tree with moss at the base, a good soft place to sit on as you watch the rings the quietly appear on the surface of the pond, an occasional bass jumping out of the water, birds in the trees. Think of listening to the frogs sing. Sometimes there's a heron on the far side. And if you get in a boat and quietly row over to the shallow end, you can see underwater grass with the bass swimming among them.