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Aug. 9th, 2004 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leighblackI should just give in and admit that I cannot beat the insomnia. I think it would make my life easier if I just realized that I won't get any sleep 1-2 nights a week. Although, I'm really not sure that it's insomnia, per se. More like my body fighting back to reclaim its natural tendencies. If I could, I'd stay up all night and sleep during the day. That's my nature. But there's this job thing that I have to be at every morning, and it kind of screws everything up. Really, I can make it on 1 hour of sleep a night. sure...
So, anyhow, I slept like crap this weekend. And that seems to inspire whacked out dreams. Last night, I had the most crystal-clear dream.
I was a 4 or 5 year old girl in my dream. I had a baby sister and an older brother (around 12). The beginning of the dream had a sort-of psa feel to it. Like we were all actors instead, but it changed after a while and began to feel like it was really my family. I don't know how to explain it. My dream dad was in our basement and varnishing some doors. My dream mom, carrying the baby, went down to yell at him about not having any windows open while he was doing it. He was going to pass out from the fumes, blah blah blah. Dream mom opened some windows, and satisfied that it would be fine, left the baby with dream dad. I, being very curious, had follwed dream mom downstairs and decided to hang around. Dream dad starting doing some other home improvent type chore, while I played with the baby. All of a sudden, I got this horrible feeling that something was very, very wrong. I noticed that there was some sort of weird odor/fumes in the air. I looked around, and noticed a few fluorescent light tubes propped up in the corner. Suddenly, whatever was making the fumes, made the glass in the tubes shatter. I screamed, the baby started crying, but I didn't see my dream dad. I went over to find him, and he was passed out from the fumes. Other glass things in the basement started shattering. I screamed for my mom, who came running down the stairs. She started to get weak from the fumes, and then some flying glass shards hit her in the neck. She fell down the last few stairs, and then collapsed on the floor, covered in blood. I didn't know what to do, but knew I needed to get out of there. So I lugged the baby up the stairs and out of the house. I didn't want to go back in to use the phone, and didn't want to leave the baby alone, so I just stood on our steps and screamed for help. But I couldn't really scream, because I had inhaled some of the fumes too. So I just cried and tried to scream, hoping that my brother, who was playing at a nearby park, would come home to help. And that's when I woke up. Very very strange. I'm not even going to try to figure it out. Other than I slept with the air conditioning on last night, and I never like that. Not that I think I'm going to pass out from some horrible fumes or anything. I just prefer to sleep with the window open so the fresh air can come in.
Other than my sleep problems, it was a very quiet weekend. The Twins game yesterday was like the longest thing ever. 18 innings! We only made it through the 14th before we decided to take off. Bren & I were seriously crashing after injesting a whole bag of cotton candy earlier, and needed to get the heck out of our seats. Still, the game was a lot of fun. Mmmmmm...Dome dogs.
Now I'm just (im)patiently waiting by my mailbox for my ARC of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katiemacalister's You Slay Me. Those who know me from the book store know that she's one of my fave authors and I talk about her all the time. I came home from NYC to find I had won a contest of hers and that I'd be getting my very own ARC. YAY!! You know, me + free book = happy!
This week should go back to normal. Including, yes, icon-making. I owe some of you a bunch of stuff. I haven't forgotten and I swear, I'm going to work on them.
So, anyhow, I slept like crap this weekend. And that seems to inspire whacked out dreams. Last night, I had the most crystal-clear dream.
I was a 4 or 5 year old girl in my dream. I had a baby sister and an older brother (around 12). The beginning of the dream had a sort-of psa feel to it. Like we were all actors instead, but it changed after a while and began to feel like it was really my family. I don't know how to explain it. My dream dad was in our basement and varnishing some doors. My dream mom, carrying the baby, went down to yell at him about not having any windows open while he was doing it. He was going to pass out from the fumes, blah blah blah. Dream mom opened some windows, and satisfied that it would be fine, left the baby with dream dad. I, being very curious, had follwed dream mom downstairs and decided to hang around. Dream dad starting doing some other home improvent type chore, while I played with the baby. All of a sudden, I got this horrible feeling that something was very, very wrong. I noticed that there was some sort of weird odor/fumes in the air. I looked around, and noticed a few fluorescent light tubes propped up in the corner. Suddenly, whatever was making the fumes, made the glass in the tubes shatter. I screamed, the baby started crying, but I didn't see my dream dad. I went over to find him, and he was passed out from the fumes. Other glass things in the basement started shattering. I screamed for my mom, who came running down the stairs. She started to get weak from the fumes, and then some flying glass shards hit her in the neck. She fell down the last few stairs, and then collapsed on the floor, covered in blood. I didn't know what to do, but knew I needed to get out of there. So I lugged the baby up the stairs and out of the house. I didn't want to go back in to use the phone, and didn't want to leave the baby alone, so I just stood on our steps and screamed for help. But I couldn't really scream, because I had inhaled some of the fumes too. So I just cried and tried to scream, hoping that my brother, who was playing at a nearby park, would come home to help. And that's when I woke up. Very very strange. I'm not even going to try to figure it out. Other than I slept with the air conditioning on last night, and I never like that. Not that I think I'm going to pass out from some horrible fumes or anything. I just prefer to sleep with the window open so the fresh air can come in.
Other than my sleep problems, it was a very quiet weekend. The Twins game yesterday was like the longest thing ever. 18 innings! We only made it through the 14th before we decided to take off. Bren & I were seriously crashing after injesting a whole bag of cotton candy earlier, and needed to get the heck out of our seats. Still, the game was a lot of fun. Mmmmmm...Dome dogs.
Now I'm just (im)patiently waiting by my mailbox for my ARC of
katiemacalister's You Slay Me. Those who know me from the book store know that she's one of my fave authors and I talk about her all the time. I came home from NYC to find I had won a contest of hers and that I'd be getting my very own ARC. YAY!! You know, me + free book = happy! This week should go back to normal. Including, yes, icon-making. I owe some of you a bunch of stuff. I haven't forgotten and I swear, I'm going to work on them.
