Sleep is the enemy
Sometimes, my overly creative mind is a burden.
I keep having the most vivid, lovely dreams; the fluid kind that have an extremely loose, constantly shifting story line and fantastically odd settings, but don't end up making very much sense at all. The problem is, they are too real, too vivid, and in the end, they keep taking a turn for the emotionally gut-wrenching or terrifying. I wake up and I'm still completely staggered by whatever intense emotions the dreams have created, and it's awful. It often takes more than an hour to shake the distress and persuade my mind that none of it was real.
I could deal with this once in a while, and I normally do. But this is every time I fall asleep now. If I wake up every few hours and reset the dreaming part of my brain, the cycle starts all over again the next time I drift off. I've had as many as 4 of these dreams in one night, and it's beginning to make me not want to sleep.
It's a shame, because I enjoy sleeping so much, and I rely on my dreams to inspire me and give me ideas for writing. But when my in-house muse turns against me, what the damn am I supposed to do?
I keep having the most vivid, lovely dreams; the fluid kind that have an extremely loose, constantly shifting story line and fantastically odd settings, but don't end up making very much sense at all. The problem is, they are too real, too vivid, and in the end, they keep taking a turn for the emotionally gut-wrenching or terrifying. I wake up and I'm still completely staggered by whatever intense emotions the dreams have created, and it's awful. It often takes more than an hour to shake the distress and persuade my mind that none of it was real.
I could deal with this once in a while, and I normally do. But this is every time I fall asleep now. If I wake up every few hours and reset the dreaming part of my brain, the cycle starts all over again the next time I drift off. I've had as many as 4 of these dreams in one night, and it's beginning to make me not want to sleep.
It's a shame, because I enjoy sleeping so much, and I rely on my dreams to inspire me and give me ideas for writing. But when my in-house muse turns against me, what the damn am I supposed to do?