were it not that I have bad dreams...
Hot hazy humid Hellish weather lately, and despite the wonders of air-conditioning (Evil Twin scores big for a trashpick -- this is the Summer where I officially Give In and admitted that I can't take the heat anymore), I've had several killer sinus headaches this past week. Spending a day in a dark room throws off my sleep schedule (which is easy to do).
And so last night I ended up waking up every two hours from dreams of my parents' deaths. None of the dreams reflected the actual events, but I am thoroughly unnerved. Really cast a pall (no pun intended) over the whole day. Imagining them alive again, even in dreams, only to lose them... I know it's just my subconscious cleaning out the equivalent of a mouldy fruit drawer in the fridge, but it still hurts.
And so last night I ended up waking up every two hours from dreams of my parents' deaths. None of the dreams reflected the actual events, but I am thoroughly unnerved. Really cast a pall (no pun intended) over the whole day. Imagining them alive again, even in dreams, only to lose them... I know it's just my subconscious cleaning out the equivalent of a mouldy fruit drawer in the fridge, but it still hurts.