Before I went to bed early to lose weight (see previous post), I discovered that TVLand was having a Bob Newhart Show marathon (not the Vermont Bob Newhart, the Chicago psychologist Bob Newhart). So, instead of going to bed at 10:00 p.m. I went to bed at midnight. Then, the nightmares started. It was like I was in one of those Dawn of the Dead movies and I knew I was in a movie but everything they were doing to me still hurt and I was still terrified. Then, I woke up because I was screaming. Yes. Literally. Screaming. Although I was awake (sort of), I was still afraid and thought I could hear people downstairs but I was suddenly afraid of the dark and my stairs looked pitch black and I thought I could still hear things downstairs. I went back to bed and tried to go back to sleep, but Midnight Train to Georgia kept going through my head. When I finally did go back to sleep, I dreamed my parents were at my house and dad kept letting people, mostly trick-or-treaters, into my house without looking first to be sure who was at the door before opening it. The trick-or-treaters were parents with children who would come into my house and go through my things and they were mean and I would have to kick them out while my mom and I kept screaming at my dad.
I hate my allergy medicine.
That's enough to ruin your day! I hope you have more and better sleep tonight.
ReplyDeleteI have some muscle relaxers that can really freak me out. You know the dream that someone is on your bed. Standing right over you. I thought mom was in my room Friday night and actually sat up, turned the lamp on and said,"WHAT?!!!" That was nothing like the night 3 people in dark robes were at the foot of my bed.
ReplyDeleteMan. We've got a wierd ass family...LOL
Baby sis
Change your allergy med. Tell your doctor there are at least a dozen on the market and you want something else. Now.
ReplyDeleteHow scary! I hate those nightmares that you can't shake and you're afraid to even move. Mine ususally involve hundreds of rooftop snipers and I have to get a pack of kids across town in a bus that usually has some sort of mechanical breakdown. Arrggh!
Ugghhh, I hate nightmares like that! Hope sleep is easier tonight.
ReplyDeletePut a pic of Justin Timberlake by your bed to comfort you in case the creepies come back tonight. :)
Laura - Thanks God this day is over. I'm pooped.
ReplyDeleteBaby Sis - Holy Crapinelly!
LaSirena - It's the "D" in my Claritin-D. All of the "D"s do that to me but, without the "D," I am very "c."
Jen - I like the way you think.
Golly, Laurie, that would have made a good b**g.
ReplyDeleteOld Horsetail - Dang! Why didn't I think of that?
ReplyDeleteWHen we stayed at the St.Pierre the very first time in New Orleans I had a freaky dream that I was running through the woods and a civil war soldier was chasing me, just as he kneeled down to shoot at me I started screaming but I felt like I couldn't wake up. I finally sat straight up in the bed and screamed. I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE OR SINCE.
ReplyDeleteI don't like that hotel.
Now we stay at the BOURBON ORLEANS, no soldiers there.
Zina - Wow! I can't remember if you ever told me that or not. We stayed at the St. Pierre once too. It was the best of trips...it was the worst of trips.
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