Nightmares in Technicolor and Dolby Sound

I have the most vivd nightmares.  They come in waves – they are all related to the same subject matter (read: my current fears) and they get more elaborate and intricate as the nights pass.  Worse yet, they incorporate whatever disaster movies I have seen or current day, real life difficulties I see on the news.

Sometimes I have to wake myself three or four times a night to make sure it’s not really happenning.

. . . and they are so detailed.  Last night 42 (not 40 or 45) but 42 people died in my dream  right in front of me.

It is funny too.  My present state of distress must be readily apparent to those around me.  The other day E saw me just drop to the floor and start doing push ups.

He said “working on your guns?”

I said, “No, I am a big ball of stress.  Trying to keep my head together.”

As he walked passed he said, “That’s a full time job for you isn’t it babe?”

Me, “31, yes, 32, 33, 34 . . . ”