I know that I'm officially stressed out. Been having weird nightmares lately, of the My-Brain's-Playing-Practical-Jokes-On-Me variety. They're not regular nightmares. I don't dream I'm being hacked to death by a psychotic circus freak posse or anything. I just half-awaken and my subconscious convinces my (very groggy) conscious mind of some nonexistant horrible scenario in my immediate area. Last weekend, I was in Columbus with Holly, and I sat bolt upright in bed, hollering nonsense. Unfortunately for Holly, she was lying in bed next to me at the time. All I can remember is that I sort of woke up and was convinced that I was trapped somewhere. Then last night, I opened my eyes and swore I saw something dropping from my ceiling. Screamed, jumped out of bed, flicked on the lights. Found nothing but three confused-looking cats. I'm going to be completely insane by December. Watch this space for details.
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