Nightmare of a Dream
I feel utterly steamrolled. Between not being able to get a solid, uninterrupted night’s sleep, and having my computer turn its back on me, I can’t seem to catch a break.
I don’t want to discuss the computer stuff–there’s evidently nothing I can do. I’m just IRRITATED over my own carelessness, combined with some downright disappointing behavior from my computer. As far as I can tell, I’ve only lost about ten pages from my latest work-in-progress. But that’s plenty, I assure you. Thank goodness I’ve been relatively conscientious with my flash drive!
Then there’s the dreams. For going on about a month now, I’ve been waking up every night believing I’m a participant in the same never-ending situation. Basically there is something I was supposed to do, and I didn’t do it. So someone has come to my house–in the middle of the night!–to discover why it is I didn’t do it. First off I’m obsessed with the need to change my clothes, because I’m not exactly dressed for visitors, and then I rummage around, not really knowing what I’m doing, trying to figure out why I haven’t done what I’m supposed to do and why, oh why there is a stranger in my house in the middle of the night! I can go through this whole routine two or three times in a night. It. Is. Exhausting.
Maybe tonight, I’ll just stand up and say, “I didn’t do it, okay. I’m sorry. Please take me off your volunteer list and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”
Believe it or not, it felt good to write that all out.
I’m crossing my fingers for a good night’s sleep tonight.