I’m still not entirely sure if I’m awake or if I’m still dreaming…
Last night I had one of the strangest dreams ever. That is saying a lot coming from me because I have some pretty weird dreams. I’m going to do my best to lay it out for you.
Ok, here’s the weirdest part of the dream – I was asleep the entire time (remember this), but in my dream, I was sleeping and having other dreams, so it was like a bunch of little dreams within a dream. It went like this. In my dream I was sleeping, but not very well. I kept waking up and each time I woke up in my dream I left one dream and then fell back asleep into another. In my dream it was like I was watching myself sleep and dream and wake up and roll over, sleep and dream, etc. etc. I only remember a few of the small dreams, but I feel like there were more.
1. In the first dream within a dream that I remember I was Sarah in “Labyrinth” trying to get to Jareth’s castle to save baby Toby, but it was funny because while I was being led around by Hoggle, the whole time I was singing – You remind me of the babe. What babe? The babe with the power. What power? The power of voodoo. Who do? You do? What? Remind me of the babe. (I love this movie, if you have not seen it, you must immediately go and watch it)
2. In another one I was on a swing set of sorts with a friend. I say “of sorts” because the swings weren’t really attached to anything and we were just swinging opposite directions facing each other in the air. He jumped off his swing and disappeared and then I did the same and that was the end of that one.
3. This one was great. Probably about 4 or 5 years ago I had a dream where Sum and I traveled to Germany or somewhere like that and spied on a school for male models. This was like a re-run of that dream, which was pretty funny in itself but the fact that this long after I had the original dream, I had a condensed version, is pretty hysterical.
4. The last one I remember is my favorite. I was with my brother and sister and we were running and then all of a sudden my sister started leap frogging over me and my brother, but we were still running and we were upright so my sister was a super leap frogger. She wasn’t just putting her hands on our shoulders and jumping over us like you might be imagining – she was actually crouching down and leaping from the ground over us and back to the crouched position without ever touching us. We stopped and decided that this deserved some attention so we spent the rest of the dream trying to get my sister some recognition for her amazing leap frog ability. We held a fair and I hate to say it, but we put her on display like a freak show. (sorry sis) It was awesome.
So anyways, this morning when my alarm went off and I hit snooze a few times, I was really confused, because a little part of me still thought this was part of the dream. It wasn’t, and I ended up oversleeping and being a little late to work. Unless of course it is still last night and I’m only dreaming that I’m at work…
Nothing will keep you off the hard stuff like…
how you react to regular decogestants.
Last night I got home and my house was a lovely 81 degrees. I will not turn on the AC in March, this is ridiculous, so I opened up all the windows. I knew I’d probably want to sleep with the windows open, so I took my Allegra-D at 7, thinking this was probably early enough for it not to mess with my head when I went to sleep. I was wrong.
I’ve always had a problem with these kinds of medicines. When I was younger, all my parents ever had as far as cold and allergies went, was Sudafed, and I couldn’t really understand or explain why I would rather stay sick and miserable than to take it. I really hated it, it made me crazy (I’m sure it still would if I took it now) Later when you learn all about drugs in school and how they affect you, I began to realize that’s how I felt taking Sudafed. Looking back it all makes sense since now you have to show ID at the pharmacy to get any of these over the counter medicines and/or jump through hoops with your insurance company to get a prescription for Allegra-D filled because people are using them to make street drugs.
Anyways, long story short (well shorter) my allergies changed when I moved to Atlanta and I really need the decogestant now, but I’m not suppose to take it at night. It doesn’t affect me nearly as much as Sudafed did, but I’m still supposed to use my other allergy medicine if I need any at night, but I’m out and I really wanted to leave the windows open, so…
It was really stupid. Apparently 7pm was not early enough to take it. I woke up with a start at 2 this morning with my mind racing and it stayed that way for a few hours. I would tell you some of what went through mind, but then you might think I was crazy, so I’ll just say that in two hours I probably thought of almost everything you could possibly think of – EVER. Luckily I drifted off to sleep a little after 4 and was no longer high when I woke up.
I’m really tired.
As if Monday isn’t bad enough already…
I have not been sleeping very well lately. It’s a little weird because I usually only have problems for a few days at a time, but for the last few weeks, I have woken up at 6am all but one day and not been able to fall back asleep. I haven’t really been that tired in the evenings and have stayed up kind of late reading a new book, so the 6am wake up is starting to kick my butt. Here is a list of things that happened today that were probably helped along by my lack of sleep…
1. At work today I was ready to start cleaning up one my buys I just finished, and I accidentally put the market number for one I am still working on and spent about 30 minutes working on the wrong thing.
2. When I left the office, in the span of 5 minutes, I ran into two doors. First, the motion sensor of our office door did not function properly so when I pushed the handle and walked forward the door remained locked and I smacked my arm and my knee into the door. Next when exiting the parking garage elevator, the doors moved extra slow, so my motion of leaving the elevator was a little too quick and I rammed one of my shoulders into the elevator door. (Slight suspicion here that something out of my control is conspiring against me)
3. And then, I fell off the eliptical at the gym. I was reading Self magazine and came to an article that had a list of small changes you could make to your workout routine. One suggestion was to make a running motion on the elliptical by lifting your feet off the platform about a quarter of an inch on the upswing of the pedals. It suggested increasing the resistance so you won’t fall off, which I did. What it failed to suggest was to stop reading the magazine and attempting to lip sync along with your iPod while attempting this move.
I’m usually not such a spaz and I’m bound to have a few bruises. Is it Tuesday yet?
Mad Men
Yesterday I got sucked into a marathon of Mad Men on AMC. I never watched this show last season, but now I am hooked. The second season starts next week so now I’ve got something else to add to my DVR. I stayed up way too late watching a show about an advertising agency that now that I am actually at an advertising agency I am too tired to work. Go figure.
You can’t cry over spilled milk, but what about wine…
This story starts with an entire bottle of wine spilled on my kitchen floor. I heard a dripping sound and thought maybe my dishwasher was acting up, but instead I find a bottle of wine pouring onto my floor. I had to get off the phone with my grandpa, which was drama in itself since he doesn’t hear well and then started mopping up the wine and trying to clean the floor and the table it spilled onto. In all this time, I didn’t really have a chance to be mad because I was too busy reacting to the spill. After I got it cleaned up it was time for My Boys on TBS so I just went about my night.
After My Boys, I went to read some of Cold Tangerines by Shauna Niequist. I did not go to small group this week so I am a little behind. I read a chapter about being angry with someone and how you just need to let it go because really you are only punishing yourself. This was interesting, but I just kind of read through it and moved on. Around eleven I decided to go to sleep. My decision was obviously not the one that was going to win.
Now that my brain had a chance to do what it wanted, all I could think about was how mad I was about the wine. It was a nice bottle of wine, but besides that I was mad at myself for letting it happen and mad at someone else for making it happen. This brought up a whole lot of stuff I was mad about. So I laid in bed for probably an hour being mad and stewing in my own anger. I called my sister and vented hoping that would help, but it didn’t.
As I sat there being mad, all I wanted was for someone to be there to tell me that everything would be okay. There isn’t, so then that mad me sad – then I started crying. About this time, I realized how ridiculous I was being and thought I probably should have read the chapter about anger a little more closely. Seriously.
Then I was thinking about how funny it was that I was now crying all because a bottle of wine spilled. That made me think about the song Radio by Ryan Horne because in part of the song he sings about throwing a bottle of whiskey on the floor. I got to thinking about how that doesn’t make any sense if you think about it literally because who would knowingly cause such a mess. This made me want to hear the song so I went and got my iPod.
This was another mistake – why I thought this would help me finally get to sleep I have no idea. I have never been one to fall asleep listening to music or any other sound. Once I heard that song I wanted to hear another and ended up listening to the whole CD. Then one of the songs made me think about a song by Jack Johnson, so then I listed to a few of his songs. I finally pried the iPod out of my hand about an hour later and finally went to sleep.
Point of the Story – Sometimes I wish my brain had an on/off switch and when it was time for bed you just switched it off and went to sleep.
This time it’s not my fault
I’m pretty tired again today, but I have a very valid excuse this time. I was all set to go to bed after my supper club last night when my friend called me and asked if she could come stay at my house for the night. Her reason – someone in the house next door to her was shot and killed yesterday and possibly while she was home. She was home when the body was found and heard the screaming and police, etc. Needless to say she was a little freaked out and did not want to stay home last night. I don’t think I would want to go back either.
