literally. The night was filled with dreams; vivid, bold, colorful dreams. I woke myself up once talking but at least I wasn’t walking around outside. That’s always a plus.
In the wee hours.
In the dark.
While I’m asleep.
I know, by the sight of my bedclothes this morning, that I did my fair share of tossing and turning … turning to the point that my head was at the foot and all four of my pillows were in the floor.
When the alarm sounded, I sat up immediately, as I always do, so as not to drift back off to sleep. It didn’t occur to me when I wasn’t able to find my cell/alarm that there might be a problem until I stood up and planted my face squarely into the wall.
I knew then there was a problem.
The pain was intense and my first thought was of an old episode of “The Brady Bunch” in which one of the brothers threw a football and hit Marsha in the nose. I actually remember putting my hands over my face and saying out loud “my nose”. I said a few other things as well, but no point revisiting that because it is neither here nor there.
The last thing I need is to break my nose again. Well, maybe not the last thing, but it’s on the list.
As far back as I can remember, I have been a very active dreamer, not in the wishful thinking sense (though I am that kind, too), but a sleep dreamer. I nearly always remember my dreams which, depending on the dream, can be a good or bad thing. I talk and walk and do all kinds of crazy things in my sleep. I attempt to control my dreams by thinking of things I want to dream of before I drift off.
It doesn’t work.
If it did work, I would dream of Vincent D’Onofrio on a regular basis. As it happens, I don’t think I have ever dreamed of him.
The rest of the day after my face plant pretty much followed suit.
Murphy’s Law at the top of its game.
It ended magnificently, however, with a belligerent storm full of righteous fury. The lightning slashed, thunder cracking behind, slamming the air with sound and more than once, causing me to jump like a rabbit.
No far-off rumbling bellows for it this night.
It meant business.
It was perfect.
It was pure awesomeness.
Hoping the serenity it left behind will stay with me and allow real sleep without all the drama.