"Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts. You have to remember this when you find yourself at the beginning."
- Sandra Bullock
I'm not sure where it came from but last night I woke up around four in a cold sweat after battling zombie type things for who knows how long. Perhaps this was revenge of the pudding cup? If there is one thing my mind has always been able to produce is nightmares for my, not so much, enjoyment. The strangest thing is many of the dreams I've felt as though I've been thru them before and have woken up feeling the same way. Thank goodness my bladder has yet to let me down.
Gone are the days of wetting the bed or hiding under the blankets until I have enough courage to uncover and venture to my mothers room for the reassurance that my brains are safe and to go back to bed. I dealt with this on my own...laying in bed, going to the bathroom, checking the apartment for signs of zombie attack and then following it all up by brushing my teeth to comfort and make myself feel better. I'm not positive the minty freshness will keep my psychotic killers at bay but at four in the morning I was willing to try anything.
I know that many people can blame food and what not for what they dream up at night but the majority of the time mine are pretty normal. Once in awhile though I get a knee shacking whopper of a one sent my way. Here's hoping this one will tide me over for awhile. I'm willing to let the next person have a turn.
Body parts and brains intact,
Gillian
