It's time for bed, but I'm procrastinating. Play one more video game, write something on my blog, whatever. I really NEED my sleep since I've been chasing twins all day today, and tomorrow I'm gonna get up and chase twins all day AGAIN, but I'm putting it off. Putting off going to bed because I'm still nervous from last night, during which, at about 2am, when I was asleep, I heard my husband gasp in a horrible way, so I woke up and rolled over to check on him, and about that time, he screamed "HEEEEYYY!" in his maddest possible voice. I woke him up asking "What's wrong? What's wrong?" He was just having a nightmare. People were attacking him, and he was frozen, and he thought if he could yell at them loud enough, it would scare them away. I'm sure "HEY!" wouldn't scare off would-be attackers, probably not even dream ones, but it sure scared the poop out of me! He never does that. I'm the one who has nightmares and talks in my sleep and screams in my sleep and all that stuff. It took hours for my adrenaline to quit surging so I could fall back asleep. *Shudder.*
I myself have been having really bad nightmares lately, and so has Brenna. We dream about people in our family getting shot, or killed in some other horrible way. We dream about tornadoes coming and smashing us and our family to bits. We have horrible ones about Charles in particular, I think because the two of us watched him have the seizure the day he flatlined before he got his pacemaker. I honestly think Bren and I both have a mild case of PTSD from that little episode.
Sometimes I have nightmares that no one wants to be friends with me anymore. Or that I'm at a convention and I can't find my family. Sometimes I'm in a crowded movie theater, and it's very dark, and I'm looking for whoever I'm supposed to be meeting, but every time I think it's them and walk up and start to sit down, the face turns around and it's someone scary.
But my favorite nightmares are the ones about peeing. I have them all the time. I'm really not sure WHY, except maybe I really need to wake up and go to the bathroom. I'll be in a place full of people, and the signs will say that this is the restroom, but I'll go in there and there are no walls, no stalls, nothing. And what's purported to be the commode will be something like and upholstered chair, with no hole in it or anything. And I'll be aruguing with people "But this is not a toilet! But everyone can see me! I really have to go! Where's the real toilet?" But people will convince me to pee on a chair with upholstery and no walls around it with all kinds of people watching me, and I'm the most horrible kind of mortified.
It would be nice to understand WHY I dream these things and how to make all dreams good ones. I guess I'll just go on to bed and hope that tonight I have the ones with the giant houses that I've inherited, or the ones where I'm flying, or the ones where I'm running naked and happy through fields full of fruit trees or down beautiful beaches. Those may be weird, but they're my happy ones, and they're infinitely preferable to the ones where my teeth shatter and fall out, or I pee in a chair in the middle of a mall. Anyone else have this kind of weirdness in their subconscious? Please say yes!