Posts Tagged ‘sleep’

All shook up!

In The Daily Drool on March 16, 2010 at 12:11 pm

We got a little jolt to the emergency preparedness systems last night with a 4.4 shaker!  Strangely enough I woke up just before it happened.  Lying in bed wondering why I kept having bad dreams and why I couldn’t sleep, when I felt myself move out of accord with intent, and then the blinds rattled, and my sleep-fogged brain jumped to attention.

It was over almost as soon as I realized what was happening, but it sure got the adrenaline pumping… the adrenaline and the anxiety.  “Please, God, let me get out of here before any more earthquakes come a rumbling!”

I eventually fell back asleep to be tortured with dreams of some big “Upgrade” apartment in a high-rise where NO ONE who worked there was of any help at all.  I had copious conversations with Apartment staff about finding the elevators, or the stairs, or about turning in a lost flashlight I had found, only to find that not a single person in uniform had any interest in helping me.  I was full of vitriol for the lazy bastards, and kept wondering if it was too late to move back to the little beat up apartment I had recently vacated.

I seriously hope I don’t move back home only to find that no one there knows where the elevators are.

And while I’m the topic of being unsettled, let’s discuss the Spring Forward hangover that is currently haunting my inner clock- Wake up at 9:30 and look at clock with a grumble, if it’s time for me to get up, why do I still feel so damn tired?  Oh, I know, because it’s really (according to my body clock) 8:30.  Working at photos and emails and scripts till 2:00 in the a.m. with a disgusted “I was going to go to bed early tonight!” only to realize it’s only 1 a.m. for me…. then allowing myself to stay up a wee bit later because it’s “only” 1, really.

I’m telling you, weird and rough Tuesday.  Weird, and, rough!

Thank goodness LOST is on tonight and I have that happy little treat to look forward to.


Waking up Racing

In The Daily Drool on March 4, 2010 at 1:08 pm

I don’t know what happened last night.  I spent the day endeavoring towards a number of projects, reached the end of the day reliably under-done with any of them, and tucked myself in for a long, cozy sleep.

Instead I spent the night tossing and turning, suffering through bizarr-o dreams, one of which scared me so terribly that I awoke feeling like somoene had just shot me full of adrenaline.  I mean, in the dream I remember something seriously scaring the shit out of me, and physiologically in the dream my stomach dropped and my heart lurched- but then I woke up with my body pretty much screaming at me about it.  My heart was racing.  And I have no idea what the heck happened.

Then there was the drip, drip, DRIP happening outside my window- had it been raining steady this wouldn’t have been a problem, but the lone, abnormally heavy, drip, drip, drip happening somewhere outside infiltrated my sleep and had me dreaming about hammers, nails, and other weird posits of origin- all leading to my abrupt and confused waking up AGAIN, followed by serious a temper-tantrum thrown in the general direction of all that is evil.  Because then, of course, I couldn’t tune it out, this drip, drip, drip, in order to fall back asleep.


So, may tonight be less restless, because I feel like stew, I’m grumpy, and my head hurts… Tonight, may there be only happy dreams and steady zzzz’s.


Strange Dream Hangover

In The Daily Drool on January 4, 2010 at 12:56 pm

Strange faces and weird encounters… that was last night.  I had CSI dreams of a red-headed girl being handed over to a Madame, my mom making hats, going back in time to 1986, trying to find someone to feed my cats while I was time traveling…  No wonder I’m so tired today.

And I don’t feel like doing anything.

Because I was crazy busy last night in my sleep.

The disappointing thing is that none of it was particularly enjoyable (except maybe the time traveling) So rather than be exhausted from mad-cap adventures and joy, I’m grumpy and tired from nonsensical stress.


Perhaps tonight I should partake in some soothing warm milk and crisp happy cookies before bed in a peace offering to ‘ol Mister Sandman and his magic.