Last night’s storms were fabulous, and my sleep was much better than the night before, where I had a terribly sad dream that ruined the rest of the night for me. I was only up once last night, and was able to sleep through the rest of the night. Yesterday’s shift was mentally exhausting, with…
The dream started out just fine. I was walking through the streets in my area. It wasn’t our usual post-dinner evening walk route, and I was alone. The trees were bare and leaves crunched underfoot. An elderly woman worked in her front yard, some late season tending of her garden. We waved to each other…
Sunday nights are usually the worst for me. I don’t know if it’s the anxious anticipation of starting yet another workweek, or the realization that another weekend is over. Whatever the reason, Sunday nights are terrible. Sometimes, it’s the dreams. There’s always a mixture of fear and anxiety, maybe a dash of grief and sadness…