So we all have bad dreams right...for the most part it is like dreaming something stressful like you're in high school again and you realize that you haven't gone to "math" class for like the whole year and you're trying to figure out 1) why you just didn't go to math class and 2) how you are going to pass said math class without having gone. Seriously I have dreamt this NUMEROUS times...lol.
But even though we are all grown and know that there's no such thing as the boogie monster we OCCASIONALLY have nightmares. Unfortunately, I am someone who will wake up from a bad dream roll over and go back to sleep and just go back into the dream as if I just hit the pause button on the dream.
Well last night I had a nightmare ~ the first one I can remember having in a long time. When I woke up I thought okay it's over get your mind off of it. Then my fear from the dream started planing tricks with my mind. I was seriously afraid. I knew at the time I was being silly...child like in fact...but I couldn't stop being scared. I woke up Paul...who probably now has confirmed to himself that I am a nutcase...even with his willingness to ease me back to sleep. I laid there not wanting that inevitable pause button to switch to play. I didn't want to go back into that dream.
So I got up...drug myself downstairs to read a book to get my mind off the nightmare...fearfully turned on the light...just then remembering the ONE scary scene from The Innkeepers (where the chick wakes up from a nightmare and the ghost is in her bed ... which then you find out she is still in the nightmare...or was she) Oh yeah THIS FACE....
Again...silly I know. I mean there was like 10% of me telling myself to grow up. So I settled down on the couch with my book, "Why Not" by Shari Low (actually a really great British novel...kinda like Sophie Kinsella but funnier!) and started to read. However, before everything was just hunky-dory and the reading eased my mind...I began to freak out because Kitty was just standing at the end of the couch looking at me like this...
(not Kitty but the closest google image I could find to her expression)
so then the cat is freaking me out because again I am convinced that she can see something I can't. My mind is rationalizing the paranoia ... seriously folks I was thinking...okay our townhouse CANNOT be haunted it is BRAND NEW...or what if it was built on a cemetery....AHHHHH Kitty stop looking at me like that.
Okay so finally I settled down with my book and about 30 mins later I am drifting off to sleep...I go back upstairs...with no fear...climb back into bed and go to sleep and I can't even remember having a dream after that.
So....why am I telling you about this? Well...good story duh...and even though I acted 99.999999% like a scared child ... I now know how to break the bad dream cycle. Read for a few mins and that pause button turns to stop!