It isn’t exactly the best thing for your spouse. Especially when you’re yelling for help in your sleep. Yep. It was one of those nights. Well, early mornings. That’s usually when I have the worst dreams. Also if I go back to sleep between 7-10. Continue reading
Just when you least expect it, on a dreary, damp, rainy day, a major shot of serotonin comes along, and dropkicks you right in the chest, filling you with so much joy, your smile lights up the entire room. Scratch that. The entire house. Continue reading
Apparently Tumblr has a limit on how many asks you can send in an hour. OOF! That’s fine. It gives me time to cool my jets and concentrate on what is more important. Like dumping my apocalyptic dreams on all of you!
Between planes crashing, earthquakes, and fireballs falling from space, this morning’s early dreams were extremely unsettling, to the point where I gasped awake when a fireball struck the earth not 12 feet from me. I’m going to assume this was my brain’s way of saying BREATHE! Sleep apnea sucks, and I need a new machine. Continue reading
For approximately 45 minutes … in REM cycle … until my daughter barged in and ripped me from deep sleep, yelling
And I may as well have had this happen, because the jarring feeling was the same. Continue reading
The following is simply an honest observation from my own personal perspective. In no way do I imply or claim to personally know or have connections to whom I refer in this entry. Continue reading