Blackwater Dreams
I know we are supposed to be creating a dangerous children's game, and it truly sounds like fun, but I have to talk about my dream last night. Donna, just so you know, you haven't made me cry yet, but you are invading my dreams.
I am a sleep-talker and walker, which my husband and friends find extremely humorous. When I do talk and walk in my sleep, a strange overlap of the real world with the dream world occurs and I find I cannot control either. I see the world as it is, but there is an overlay, like a transparency, of my dream world on top. I am even aware that I'm walking or talking, but I am powerless to stop it. It's a very weird situation.
Last night, I was having such a dream about my "Walter the Farting Dog" look alike jack russell terrier. In my dream Tipper had thrown up 5 times in my bedroom. Throwing up is a typical thing for her; she randomly throws up without any warning, or any particular schedule. It's just one of her characteristics. She is "Tipper the Retching Dog". But I digress- in my dream, Tipper had thrown up 5 times in my bedroom, three times on the floor around the bed, and twice beneath the bed. As I was in the middle of trying to do all of my Blackwater work, I did not have the time to stop and clean it up, so I was quite pissed off at her. I also had just cleaned the carpet earlier this week, so the fact that there was so much vomit on the clean floor infuriated me. In my dream, Donna had assigned us a ton of work, and blogging was part of it. Before I began cleaning up the vomit, I knew I was going to give Donna what she wanted. I was going to write about my dog throwing up and my frustrations with it, even though it was the middle of the night.
While this was going on in my mind, the underlying reality was that I was walking around my bedroom, looking under the bed, muttering to myself about hating that damn dog, waking Tipper up to kick her out of the room, tiptoing around, trying to avoid the non-existant spots, while fully being aware that I was sleep walking. I was able to see the time, knew it was only 3:25, and knew that I did not have to blog, but I couldn't shake the dream. I even pulled the laptop out and turned it on. At some point, I laid back down in bed, still frustrated and pissed, and tried to "fall back asleep". It's possible I fell into a dreamless sleep, but I'm not quite sure. All I remember is looking at the clock around 4:50 and deciding to go ahead and get up and type, then seeing the clock around 5:45, being frustrated with myself for laying in bed wasting time since I wasn't "sleeping", and worrying that Donna would be mad at me for trying to sleep instead of writing about it while fresh on my mind.
I know, I know, this sounds like the raving of a lunatic, and often my dreams make me wonder if I am crazy, but I know I'm not the only one this happens to. In fact, in the middle of my antics last night, my husband got up out of bed, went and got his deoderant, then told me that because his crazy ex-girlfriend was stalking him (another story to be told at a different time), he wanted to have his ammo clip for his handgun close by. He then proceeded to try to "load" the deoderant, and when he couldn't, decided it was already full. He placed the deoderant on the bedside table and laid back down. When I tell him this story later on today, he will deny it, but I think I'm beginning to rub off on him.
These types of dreams, as I said before, are quite common for me. The weeks before the start of a new school year find me dreaming that I have been blessed with the worst possible class. I can't control them, they won't stop talking when I'm trying to talk, and they make me cry. Once the school year begins, and I learn that this is not true, the dreams fade away. When I waitressed at Shorty's, especially around Christmas, my dreams were of neverending customers who wouldn't allow me to wait on my other tables because either they wouldn't give me their drink order, they were rude, or they needed 5 different things and asked for them one at a time.
So you see, Donna, you and Blackwater have now become a part of me and my dreams. As scary as that sounds, you should take it as a compliment.
I am a sleep-talker and walker, which my husband and friends find extremely humorous. When I do talk and walk in my sleep, a strange overlap of the real world with the dream world occurs and I find I cannot control either. I see the world as it is, but there is an overlay, like a transparency, of my dream world on top. I am even aware that I'm walking or talking, but I am powerless to stop it. It's a very weird situation.
Last night, I was having such a dream about my "Walter the Farting Dog" look alike jack russell terrier. In my dream Tipper had thrown up 5 times in my bedroom. Throwing up is a typical thing for her; she randomly throws up without any warning, or any particular schedule. It's just one of her characteristics. She is "Tipper the Retching Dog". But I digress- in my dream, Tipper had thrown up 5 times in my bedroom, three times on the floor around the bed, and twice beneath the bed. As I was in the middle of trying to do all of my Blackwater work, I did not have the time to stop and clean it up, so I was quite pissed off at her. I also had just cleaned the carpet earlier this week, so the fact that there was so much vomit on the clean floor infuriated me. In my dream, Donna had assigned us a ton of work, and blogging was part of it. Before I began cleaning up the vomit, I knew I was going to give Donna what she wanted. I was going to write about my dog throwing up and my frustrations with it, even though it was the middle of the night.
While this was going on in my mind, the underlying reality was that I was walking around my bedroom, looking under the bed, muttering to myself about hating that damn dog, waking Tipper up to kick her out of the room, tiptoing around, trying to avoid the non-existant spots, while fully being aware that I was sleep walking. I was able to see the time, knew it was only 3:25, and knew that I did not have to blog, but I couldn't shake the dream. I even pulled the laptop out and turned it on. At some point, I laid back down in bed, still frustrated and pissed, and tried to "fall back asleep". It's possible I fell into a dreamless sleep, but I'm not quite sure. All I remember is looking at the clock around 4:50 and deciding to go ahead and get up and type, then seeing the clock around 5:45, being frustrated with myself for laying in bed wasting time since I wasn't "sleeping", and worrying that Donna would be mad at me for trying to sleep instead of writing about it while fresh on my mind.
I know, I know, this sounds like the raving of a lunatic, and often my dreams make me wonder if I am crazy, but I know I'm not the only one this happens to. In fact, in the middle of my antics last night, my husband got up out of bed, went and got his deoderant, then told me that because his crazy ex-girlfriend was stalking him (another story to be told at a different time), he wanted to have his ammo clip for his handgun close by. He then proceeded to try to "load" the deoderant, and when he couldn't, decided it was already full. He placed the deoderant on the bedside table and laid back down. When I tell him this story later on today, he will deny it, but I think I'm beginning to rub off on him.
These types of dreams, as I said before, are quite common for me. The weeks before the start of a new school year find me dreaming that I have been blessed with the worst possible class. I can't control them, they won't stop talking when I'm trying to talk, and they make me cry. Once the school year begins, and I learn that this is not true, the dreams fade away. When I waitressed at Shorty's, especially around Christmas, my dreams were of neverending customers who wouldn't allow me to wait on my other tables because either they wouldn't give me their drink order, they were rude, or they needed 5 different things and asked for them one at a time.
So you see, Donna, you and Blackwater have now become a part of me and my dreams. As scary as that sounds, you should take it as a compliment.
posted by Mrs. Dyess at
8:22 AM
4 Comments:
Oh My Gosh! I can so relate!! I sleep walk/sleep talk and have night terrors. I've tried to climb out windows and break down doors. Sadly, my daughter looks to be the same way!
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Mary Poppins, at 9:14 AM
Yes, and the three days before the ISI began I had a headache. I rarely get headaches unless I skip meals and avoid caffeine, so you guys affected me too. But now I go home and talk about you all to Wes--just the funny stuff.
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Donna Sewell, at 9:15 AM
Monica,
You slip in and out of your dream world so smoothly that I'm not sure when you're dreaminig and when you're awake.
My husband doesn't talk or walk in his sleep, but he moans as if the Hounds of Hell are at his heels. The first time I heard this after we got married, I awoke thinking that he was being attacked by something/someone. Now I just reach over and slap his closest body part or shake him until he is semi-awake so that I can yell at him to quit moaning.
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Jules, at 1:18 PM
WOW, and to think I ate two helpings of your pasta at lunch today. I know that I have been told by higher powers that I teach students at night when I sleep. But I do not believe it.
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The Man, at 7:07 PM
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