Bad Dreams are the Worst

 January 23, 2022

Last night I had a terrible dream.  Like, a really horrific one. Sometimes I have a pretty incredible imagination in my dreams, and this one was particularly vivid.  I don't want to go into all the details here because I didn't want to experience it the first time, let alone retell it.  I will say, though that it was a dream where all three of my kids were in danger, and I had to reach out to each one of them immediately when I woke up just to make sure they were okay.  Sometimes when I have particularly bad dreams, it takes awhile to shake the feeling of dread or anxiety, and that was certainly true today.  Even after I had heard from all three of the kids, I had a lingering sense of stress, even though I did feel better.  Fortunately, I have a couple of friends who were able to talk me down too, which helped.  For tonight, I would like to pre-order sunshine and rainbows and perhaps an exuberant puppy or two for my dreams.  I want to wake up to a Monday with a smile on my face and a peaceful soul.  I think I deserve it after last night's dream.

(Side note--Why did I Google an image for 'nightmare' right before I went to bed?  Not my smartest move.)

Dreams

Don't you just hate it when you have a bad dream and wake up carrying that sense of fear or dread or frustration with you? Sometimes dreams are so vivid that you feel like you actually experienced them in real life. That's pretty great when they're good dreams, like, say you got to meet and hang out for the day with Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson, or you dreamed that you were lying on a sunny beach in Cancun, cabana boy bringing you drinks to your heart's content. When they're dreams of the not-so-pleasant variety, though, sometimes that unsettling feeling you wake up with can be hard to shake for the rest of the day. I'm going to need to do something interesting today to switch my mental gears.