I'm Studying You

Those aren't dreams...

I rarely ever remember my dreams. And for some reason my sleep's been really spotty lately...lotta tossing and turning, sleeping anywhere from 20-45 minutes at a time, and waking up early and alternating 15 minutes of sleep with 5 minutes of tossing. And dreams...I haven't been having the regular, motion-picture dreams with plots and beginnings and ends (or near-ends when you wake up before peril). I've been dreaming in skits. Like 5 minute, bad Saturday Night Live sketches with no tangible punchline. And sometimes I even wake up in the morning believing them (the "found money" one is especially reccurring, especially when I'm short on funds...I wake up believing I actually found a $100 on the street, when sadly, I did not). Some examples:

I took a cd jewel box off my nightstand, took it apart, and fell asleep while reading the lyrics. When I woke I was looking all over for the jewel box, which did not exist.

The hot water faucet in the kitchen is broken again, only this time I can't make the water stop running.

Fighting in my bedroom with my brother over some Freddy Krueger-lookin' sweater that I'm sure neither of us owns, nor would we fight over (unless we were forcing it on the other).

Dave smoking at the dining room table and ashing everywhere except the ashtray, and me getting pissed at his clumsyness.

Somehow I managed to cut myself and draw blood, a lot of blood, but I don't remember where or how.

Flying, possibly in a helicopter, lowly over the top of a forest.

Squirrels running through my backyard, up the trees and atop the fence.

My ex was in one of 'em, yelling at me for no good reason.

The dreams that featured my brother are usually never of him as an adult; they're always of him as a kid, somewhere between 4 and 6 years old, but he possesses strong adult mannerisms in my dreams.

Half asleep, I was convinced that someone was pounding on my door, so I got up to check it...no one there. And twice I swore I heard my phone ring and 2 minutes later I reached for it, thinking I missed a call, even though I have no minutes left on my phone. Then spent awake-time thinking I lost my phone (twice) somewhere in my bed, when it was on my nightstand the whole time.

And that's just the ones I could remember. Over the last 3 nights there's been so many. Strange. Sure beats the "horror-naps" I used to get a few years back...I was a horrible napper. I'd fall half asleep, and all of the sudden:

I'd jump awake thinking there were thousands of spiders crawling all over me.

I'd swear I hear people pounding on the door (the side and/or upstairs entrance door.

I'm either falling off a cliff or under a truck, and when I come too I feel like I just hit the couch after being 6 inches above it.

I swear I hear my name being called from the outside.

I feel someone imaginary standing over me and trickling some sort of liquid on my arms and/or legs.

I know, how crazy is all of that? Otherwise, it's been a slow couple of days around here. Might break off for a bit to get some food and check the real-life mailbox (I'm not getting antsy or anything, am I) ? I'm not even sure if I trust the Postal System anymore...it's been awhile since I've gotten even any bills. The last piece of relevant mail that wasn't address to this dude "Occupant" (and I dunno who he is, but he hasn't lived here in freakin years) was a Finish Line catalog the other day; my sis hasn't worked there in years and it's been even longer since I shopped there. Oh well.