I ate some pizza before bedtime last night. Absolutely unnecessary, and I ended up having horrendous nightmares. Unlike the nightmares from two nights previous, there was no un-dead Dad to deal with. Yep.
I woke up and one point sweating with my heart pounding. That happens from time to time. I suspect anxiety, apnea... I don't know.
Anyway. Last night I had a long dream about helping a family in trouble try to navigate their mobile home to a city that I know how to get to in real life, but couldn't find in the dream. They got there and opened a restaurant. Tacos.
Then, I was working in a futuristic dystopian society for an event plannner. And she had all these dead animals in the back room and I had to, at one point, dissuade a customer from eating off of tray of dead, plucked parakeets that he thought were curried shrimp without making the planner mad. Or the customer.
The dream shifted, and I was in trouble in this dystopia for being defiant. They towed my car and I didn't have money to get it back, and then I kept getting "demerits" for things I hadn't done, and it ended with me getting imprisoned on some false trumped up accusation. And I had to get on treadmills in order to gather info.
I'm exhausted today. I can't seem to wake up, and it's 3PM. I'm groggy and foggy. I have felt vaguely panicky at times, but at the moment I'm just tired.
I'm contemplating cutting out early, going to the cheapo massage place and getting the budget back crack.
I made some jelly this week. Hot pepper - it set, and it looks good. I may go for round two tomorrow.
I woke up and one point sweating with my heart pounding. That happens from time to time. I suspect anxiety, apnea... I don't know.
Anyway. Last night I had a long dream about helping a family in trouble try to navigate their mobile home to a city that I know how to get to in real life, but couldn't find in the dream. They got there and opened a restaurant. Tacos.
Then, I was working in a futuristic dystopian society for an event plannner. And she had all these dead animals in the back room and I had to, at one point, dissuade a customer from eating off of tray of dead, plucked parakeets that he thought were curried shrimp without making the planner mad. Or the customer.
The dream shifted, and I was in trouble in this dystopia for being defiant. They towed my car and I didn't have money to get it back, and then I kept getting "demerits" for things I hadn't done, and it ended with me getting imprisoned on some false trumped up accusation. And I had to get on treadmills in order to gather info.
I'm exhausted today. I can't seem to wake up, and it's 3PM. I'm groggy and foggy. I have felt vaguely panicky at times, but at the moment I'm just tired.
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| Please don't eat the parakeets, sir. |
I'm contemplating cutting out early, going to the cheapo massage place and getting the budget back crack.
I made some jelly this week. Hot pepper - it set, and it looks good. I may go for round two tomorrow.
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