Wednesday, August 17, 2011

And it's only 7:15 AM

A day that starts out with a vivid wee-hours-of-the-morning nightmare, the cat throwing up on the sofa (and the floor and the doormat on his way out the door), and an invitation from Facebook to befriend someone I hope never to see again is a day to reckon with.

The nightmare was actually an eye opener (pardon the pun). I've had a number of frightening, anxiety-laden dreams over the past few weeks. I've been chased by shadowy figures, taken escape routes that were dead ends or blocked or more dangerous than where I was, climbed rickety ladders, faced angry people, drove cars with faulty brakes and planes that took nose-dives or tried to run through thick mist, thick mud, or deep water. I'm exhausted from going to sleep! Last night I survived a flood that swept my entire family from sight. The roiling waters deposited me on a foreign shore where no one spoke my language. I made my way to a building that became a school, and lost in the unfamiliar corridors, I missed what was to have been my first class. When I finally found what I knew to be the right door, I was greeted by an irate instructor who shouted at me and threw paper and pencil into the air like missiles.

However, once I understood the assignment (by surreptitiously looking at the work of other students) I produced a masterpiece that the instructor praised in broken English. I woke thinking, "OH! I just have to write it all down!"

Huh.

The cat, having deposited a half-digested mouse on my kitchen floor, is pacing outside the door hoping to come back in for a more suitable breakfast. Nope, nada, yuk. I am happy to put a dish of kibble on the doorstep and let him heave anything else gross and disgusting on the lawn where I can put a long shovel handle between me and it. I may not be able to eat until lunch time.

As for Facebook, a pox on social networking. There are some people who should remain firmly in one's past.

16 comments:

Brian Miller said...

delete the friend request...

ugh on the dead mouse...

what intense dreams as well..the floodis rather scary...

the good news is you have plenty of time left in the day...smiles...

Marion said...

Phew...that was some nightmare! Your cat was surely prolific in his puking. And don't you just love getting those difficult friend requests!

Dear Pauline, you've possibly got some anxiety about returning to work, or apprehension or even anticipation. Throws everything off, especially sleep...

Or else you've been reading especially frightening books lately!

Hope you slept well last night! xx

Pauline said...

Brian, thanks for the positive outlook - the rest of the day stretches interestingly ahead!

Marion - I think the anxiety is more about retiring than working. I've lived frugally for so long but I fear the lack of money once I retire will put me in a real bind. I love my current life but it looks like I'm heading into a new learning curve! I'm trying to learn the language, apparently!

Brian Hayes said...

I dropped by to assert it's retirement. You beat me to it. Subliminal wondering and worry. I didn't read your post with concern. I saw you merely ripping up attachments. Identity modeling. Playing around with vista.

Star said...

I understand the dreams. I have them too and such odd occurrences. I suppose they are just anxious thoughts about the future manifested into something slight more real.
Cats, this is that time of year. They bring in so many 'treats' for us and wonder why we aren't grateful!

Out on the prairie said...

How simple a cat can start your day off with a bang.

June said...

There are some people who should remain firmly in one's past.
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Bingo! That's why I do not "Facebook."
I had an account for about three days and then thought of all the people who might look me up. Then I closed the account.
Those dreams probably mean the opposite of what they seem. You're probably on the brink of Wonderful Things. :-)

Ruth said...

Good insights in the comments after hearing about your stress dreams. They are vividly remembered and written. I awoke with a feeling of dread Tuesday after one of my stress dreams, and I hadn't shaken it yet when I heard the news from my friend about her granddaughter.

I really like what Brian Hayes had to say in response to your post.

Pauline said...

Brian - one dream might not have roused my suspicions of underlying stress but a week or more of wild anxiousness makes me wonder. Can't wait to see what I dream about once retirement is a fact ;)

Star - I often find headless mice bodies as 'gifts' on my doorstep. I'm glad my cat loves me but... shudder!

OOTP - so true! I could have done without a bang so early!

June - I have all the filters up. This was a suggestion from Facebook itself - trying to be helpful but like a well-intentioned acquaintance, it didn't know when to leave well enough alone. I did not take FB up on its offer but just seeing that name gave me pause...

I hope you're right about the dreams!

Ruth - I always love reading the comments, here and on the blogs I visit. Some are insightful, irreverent, or downright funny.

What happened to the friend's granddaughter?

patteran said...

Sometimes this is exactly what a blog is for - laying it all out end to end, whether fair or foul! Just framing it all elegantly sometimes does the trick so I hope that there was some immediate therapy obtained.

Hopes for a better Thursday, Pauline!

Reya Mellicker said...

Hey, don't curse Facebook! You get to choose who you do and don't friend. Will you friend me? I believe I'm the only Reya Mellicker on FB.

The dreams sound powerful, whoa. Floods and dead ends and shadowy figures? Something is going on inside your head and heart, hey? Sometimes I just let the dreams do their work, confidant that these things take care of themselves. Sometimes I write it all down. Are you writing down your dreams?

Pauline said...

Thanks, Dick - sometimes I go all personal and grumpy. Somebody should have warned me about yesterday, though. It kept getting worse as the day wore on!

Reya - sent a friend request your way :) I have all the appropriate blocks in place but just seeing this person's name is enough to tie my common sense into knots.

Barbara said...

Some days are just better than others. I'm wishing you sweet dreams tonight!

Hilary said...

I'm sorry you're having stressful, restless nights. I had regular nightmares during my first pregnancy and I know how distressing they can be and how they stick with you through the day. Hopefully, when you figure out the cause of your anxiety and make peace with it, your nightmares will subside. Think happy 5houghts tonight.

Pauline said...

barbara - the day got worse as it wore on but thankfully it ended as all days must do!

Hilary - some nights are worse than others, too! I've been planning my retirement and thinking about money always gives me the heebie jeebies. Worrying about getting by seeped into my dreams, apparently. It will all work out eventually and I will be once again sleeping through the night and playing happily during the day!

Judith said...

Ugh, Pauline!
Hope it will be some giant spasm that gets all the anxious stuff out there, leaving in there less disturbed.
Now to see next post about the arrival of the grandchildren --- that should shake things up again. Maybe this turn of the kaleidescope will produce much prettier patterns!