Thankful Thursday

I had a nightmare. No a night stallion.  Far too horrible to be downgraded to nightmare.   I'm fairly used to nightmares but this was a particularly horrible and seemingly prolonged one.  I was confined to a room in a house.  I was free to leave but couldn't.  If that sounds odd it's because it was odd.  And horrible.  There was a lot more to it, of course, but I can't remember all the details now.

So today I am thankful, very thankful, for the fact that I am free.  I am free to go where I wish.  I am free to do as I wish.  I am free to speak as I wish.  

CJ and I were fortunate in that we were brought up with a remarkable freedom.  There were no barriers other than our own understanding that we had freedom so long as we didn't abuse it.  I often wish that society could work on that basis. 

I Don’t Sleep With Men

I woke at 4.05 this morning when the chap in the next bed woke me to tell me that he thought I was going to snore.  "Was I snoring?”  “No.  But you sounded as though you might."  Eh? 

It took me a while to realise it was a dream. 

I have always been told that one of my (obviously few) good points was that I didn't snore.  Having said that "the girls" tell me when we go away to croquet tournaments that I do snore sometimes.  Ah well.  Good job I generally sleep alone these days.

The rest of my morning in bed was peppered with more nightmares.

I’m not going to bed early (ie before midnight) again if that’s what happens.

Dreams and Things

For some time now I have been having vivid and prolonged dreams. Unfortunately most of them are not particularly pleasant. I have got to the stage where I classify them as dreams (ok, perhaps even pleasant but I'd rather just sleep), night ponies (I'd rather have had a dream and, in any case I don't usually remember them), night mares (not very pleasant at all but usually forgotten within a day or so) and, worst of all, night stallions (which cause me to wake in a fearful sweat, which often remain with me for weeks and which come back again and again both when I'm asleep and awake).

I'm up early this morning because of a most unpleasant dream. I slept very well indeed and was, I thought, awake listening to the cockerel as the dawn was breaking - the bedroom windows were wide open. All of a sudden I was in Stornoway at the harbour and a lady I was talking to fell into the harbour and was trapped under the water just out of my reach and still blowing bubbles. I can still see her face. It was one of the most realistic dreams I've ever had and all the more horrible because I was convinced that I was awake. Every time I thought of sleep I could see her face again so I got up.

Somewhere out there there must be an explanation or a reason or even a cure. Has anyone any ideas?