Aug 17 2006
Week of Dreams
I am one of those people who rarely remember their dreams. If I am lucky I remember a dream every nine months of so. This week I have remembered three. It is very strange.
Sunday night I dreamed that I was a sleep. Yeah I know it is crazy to dream about being asleep, but I did. Anyway I was asleep and had to go to the bathroom. On my way back I see a shadow and reach out and try to touch whatever it is. It turns out that it was a shaved headed man who stabbed me.
Now that I have sate down to write about them I have lost the other two. The only thing I remember about the one last night was that I still had the house and Leslie was trying to come back. Don’t remember anything past that. None of the dreams where about anything good. They all had bad stuff happen in them, even if I can’t remember them.
I also woke up this morning to my bedroom door being locked and I know I did not lock it last night. I never lock that door. I guess I was up doing stuff in my sleep.
I sleepwalk a lot when I’m really stressed out or exhausted. I never do anything major, just random things like unplugging my alarm clock and putting it under my bed. Didn’t find out til the next day what happened to that dang alarm clock. Ha! I didn’t dream last night…but then again I think I was so exhausted that when I actually did pass out, I didn’t even move.