Been battling a hellish cold for the better part of the week and it seems like it will be moving from its stronghold in my sinuses down to my chest any day now. Joy.
Due to the cold, I left work early yesterday and went home to collapse. I ended up napping/dozing/sleeping on and off from about 1 p.m. to 6 a.m. this morning. Yup. 17 hours. I had the wildest and wackiest dreams possible. Dreams filled with cotton candy and carousel rides, snow storms and scenes straight out of The Wizard of Oz. I had a dream where I was a detective trying to find a missing person who was just someone who willingly disappeared and didn't want to be found, I had a dream where I was wearing pogo stilts (!) and then the dream that became the nightmare... I was going to jail.
I apparently had loads of outstanding tickets for something or another and even with paying them I still couldn't get out of the jail time. I had to go away for 3 months. Leave my life and everyone I loved and be incarcerated for 3 months. The thought of leaving everyone behind was overwhelmingly stifling. Panic and guilt flooded through me. The feeling of dread in the dream still feels real.
I can't even tie the dream into my real life to interpret it.
That's what I get for catching up on my sleep.