Well, now. I'm tired, but I'd just as soon not go to sleep.

[Redstone]

The last two nights in a row, I've gone to bed and drifted off peacefully, but found my night to be so full of apocalyptic dreams that I've woken ragged and without rest, and furthermore have kept Mrs R from sound sleep with my vocalizations of some events in those dreams.

I do remember one of them from two nights ago, when I woke up Mrs R, myself, and the puppy with a loud (REALLY loud) "HUAAA," when in my dream, she and I and our kids were upstairs in a house, and there was someone coming after us with bad intentions. I told her to wait there, and went downstairs and down a hall to a room that was like one in the house we used to live in, and when I opened the door, the Bad Guy who was after us jumped out from behind the door to attack me and get past me to harm my family, and the "HUAAA" that I vocalized that woke us both up was when I nailed him in the throat with my forearm to knock him down...

And it got worse from there.

I feel like a damn lunatic typing this; I'm sitting here with the kitten (the only cat I've EVER liked) purring on my lap; Mrs R is happily sleeping upstairs with the puppy, and the Little Guy is snoozing away as well, waiting until I bring the Purr Factory Kitty up to sleep with him...All is well, chez Redstone.

But I hesitate to enter the land of Those Dreams again. Where do they come from? They're not flashbacks, after all, not memories of An Loc and my time as Blue 32; I've had those memories in my sleep more than enough times, and these dreams are worse; much more menacing than even my memories are.

I'd like to mention that I'm stone cold sober right now, in case anyone is wondering. Not to mention that I'm in the middle of the one week out of four that I take off from the Vicodin. It is with very clear mind that I have had these two nights of dreams that I'd rather not revisit, and I thank you one and all for taking the time to read my ramblings.

I'm going to go for a walk now. Don't worry; I'll dress warmly. I just need to wear myself out so I can sleep without having THOSE dreams again.

I'll be better when these dreams stop. I promise.

Redstone

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. Have a really nice walk now, my dear Redstone.........

I'm sure it's cold, but I know you'll take good care of staying warm enough......

Hope your sleeping is full of sweet dreams tonight.......

And every night, come to think of it....... :hug:

[Redstone]

4. Too cold to do that for too long. Thanks, Peg.

Redstone

[Flaxbee]

2. My husband's going through a bit of the same thing...

...for him, it's all this talk of the reemergence of the Cold War with the Russians -- we have a lot of friends over in the former Soviet bloc and we both hate to see this. I've quit paying attention, but for him - he's in his 50s, grew up in the midst of it - I think it's dredging up a lot of the feelings of fear that many kids felt in the 50s and 60s. :shrug: A lot of uneasiness. Not that the Russians are the boogeymen, but that these crazy fuckers in office are hell-bent on annihilating everyone just to increase profits.

Anyway. I hope you sleep well, and can vanquish the dreams, Redstone.

[Redstone]

3. Maybe you're on to something, thanks. Boy, that was a short walk; 9 degrees will sure

cut outside activities right down.

Your husband and I grew up with apocalyptic scenarios, most of them strangely optimistic (duck and cover, just get under your school desk and you'll be fine) and some of us learned (non-nuclear) reality in Southeast Asia...I'm rambling now, so I'll stop.

Thank you for the good thoughts.

Redstone

[u4ic]

5. Sorry you're having those dreams, Redstone

I can control mine the vast majority of the time. I could always do it naturally, but some have found that they can learn it.

Whenever I have disaster dreams, I'm usually able to recognize it as such - and I can stop the missile, or the murderer, or whatever the situation calls for.