Ugh.
All week I've slept with the window open, as it's cool enough outside to do so and it helps keep the air in my apartment a little fresher. I've come to the conclusion that doing so really fucks with my sleep :( I don't get it. Yeah, there's mockingbirds outside singing all night long, and construction that starts at 6 or so, not to mention the various sounds of sirens and car alarms. But it's never deafening -- just there. But apparently I've gotten so used to hearing just the noise of the fan that anything out of the ordinary makes my brain go "OH MY GAWD WAKE UP." I must have woken up 8 times tonight, between the cat puking AGAIN, thinking my mom had psychically called out to me (in my dream/just waking up from my dream all of a sudden I got an extremely urgent Gina! in my head. I tried mumbling back but somehow don't think the psychic transmission went through, lol), hearing construction and hearing the mockingbirds. Uggh.
This also makes the fourth dream in two weeks involving my dead grandpa. Night before last I dreamed my grandma was remarrying and at the marriage ceremony each of us grandkids had to go up to the front of the church with a plastic toy car, set it on the altar, and share a memory of Grandpa and Grandma together. Last night I dreamed that my family was moving out of our haunted house and were going out to a place called King Pizza for a birthday, and while I was loading stuff out of the trunk of the car and standing next to Grandma, Grandpa was also standing right next to me, laughing, smiling, and sharing a story with me. I thought it odd that no one else seemed surprised that he was there, and then I realized he was a ghost and for some reason was only visible to me. I told the others Grandpa was there and they nodded politely. I wasn't sure if they just didn't believe me, or they knew he was there but couldn't see him, so couldn't bother getting all excited about it.
That's odd. We were NEVER anything resembling close. It's very strange to have had so many dreams about him and my family recently... although Tuesday was the second anniversary of his death. o_O Maybe that has something to do with it -- though I didn't remember that it was so close to that date until I told my mom about the second dream, so if it is related, it must be purely subconscious. Very strange.
This also makes the fourth dream in two weeks involving my dead grandpa. Night before last I dreamed my grandma was remarrying and at the marriage ceremony each of us grandkids had to go up to the front of the church with a plastic toy car, set it on the altar, and share a memory of Grandpa and Grandma together. Last night I dreamed that my family was moving out of our haunted house and were going out to a place called King Pizza for a birthday, and while I was loading stuff out of the trunk of the car and standing next to Grandma, Grandpa was also standing right next to me, laughing, smiling, and sharing a story with me. I thought it odd that no one else seemed surprised that he was there, and then I realized he was a ghost and for some reason was only visible to me. I told the others Grandpa was there and they nodded politely. I wasn't sure if they just didn't believe me, or they knew he was there but couldn't see him, so couldn't bother getting all excited about it.
That's odd. We were NEVER anything resembling close. It's very strange to have had so many dreams about him and my family recently... although Tuesday was the second anniversary of his death. o_O Maybe that has something to do with it -- though I didn't remember that it was so close to that date until I told my mom about the second dream, so if it is related, it must be purely subconscious. Very strange.